sommer is not ok

and as i get older i will write stories about the way your eyes lit up like fireworks every time you walked into a music store. i will write about how you looked at me like i put the stars in the sky, even though truly i ruined everything i touched. i will write stories about the boy that managed to smile through the worst of times, and brightened everyone's day even when he couldn't brighten his own. i will write about how i fell in love with you all over again every time you lost yourself in things you loved. i will write about how you lived everyday like it was your last and loved like you've never been broken. you are the boy that had so much  damage done to him, and yet still had the kindest soul. he is rare, he is so rare and he deserves to be written about. so i will write, i will write about you until my fingers are numb and bleeding and i have every memory of your existence written on a paper that now looks like art. i will write about you because you are the only thing that matters in this messed up world.