He was the purest; brimful of love.
In his existence you will be lost for words.
To have him in your life will be the best, genuine, and exemplary gift.
He is the one who stands out among the rest.
But how can you fritter away his affection like it was rubbish?
How can you set aside his passion like it was inadequate and no good at all?
I was not shattered into pieces when he holds you on his arms.
I was not fragmented into ashes when the both of you are having the time of your life.
I was not on my knees, shaking, nor breaking when you planned out your life with each others heart.
I was crushed when the look on his face fell down on the ground when you seemed to burn when he touches you.
I was defeated when you turned your back on him, leaving him alone in lavishing torture.
I was in wreck, trembling, and tenuous when you started to live your life selfishly, when even the odds above knows that you should have lived it with him.
He is my exquisite form of dream.
He is the only thing on this floating rock that keeps me on going.
He is the only person I want to give all the luminance and euphoria in this world.
And you just wasted—forfeited him.
You let him down on the ground; only where his tears and sobs go through.
You ruined him and became his tormentor.
You teared-down, crippled, and screwed someone as precious like him—someone I love.