A whole year.

Always August, it seems. As I ponder myself and realize it is rooted in you. A hand clutching my heart gently, prodding it to keep beating. 

Would it stop without you? I think it well may, and I would allow it. Wish it? Maybe. There is a feeling when you are away- more than lonely but less than dead. Less. Not by much. Less. Is it a key in my heart, turned by your smile that keeps me alive? Surely sane. 

There is a mis-chiv-us light in your eyes I cannot go without, a playful tone in your voice that steals the pain of the day and replaces it. As I awake it is that smile that opens my eyes, that voice and laugh that moves my feet. Without these, I am blind, weak. A child unable to walk in a black world.

I have not been the best. I know this. You are more than I deserve, and yet you continue to care for me. It is for you and because of you that I eat, sleep.. breathe. Should I count the ways I love you? Compare you to a summer's day? Perhaps, but I will not.

I will only say that I love you, and no other, and that one day I will earn the love that you give to me so freely.