I still remember the way your warm brown eyes would look at me,

Like I was the world, and maybe I was just in that moment.

I especially remember your hands. Big and awkward and perfect when they were holding mine.

I want you to know that I’ve never loved anyone quite how I loved you.

You were born for greatness. I always believed it and I believe it still. Go forward with courage. Open your heart, and expand your mind.

Never forget that you once had the heart

Of the girl writing this poem.