you will miss this, all of this. of how her hair is still jet black yet shines red-brown in the sunlight. you will miss how her eyes are still big and glazed with innocence, how they curved by the sharp flick of eyeliner practiced from years of experience.
you will miss this, all of this. of how she wandered about the earth, her spark of childhood youth waited to be tainted and taught by you. you will miss her smile, lighting up her face like the sun, the small creases of wrinkles that formed around her mouth as they curved upward.
you will miss this, all of this. of how smooth her skin was, how volumous and thick her hair was, how white her teeth were – like pearls. how flat her stomach was, still un ruined, by the stretch marks yet to come, for your unborn.
you will miss this, all of this because you will never get to taste her youthful lips, caress her smooth skin, pull on her ferocious locks, gaze into her eyes that turn hazel in the sunlight, streaked with browns and reds.
you will miss this, all of this. you will miss how she had the cure to soothe your fears, of how you could soothe hers too, protecting her in your broad arms telling her ‘everything is going to be okay’. you will miss telling her you believe in her, that she must believe in her.
you will miss this, all of this, because you are missing the golden moments. those special moments of when she cries in movies and attempts to conceal her tears, of how passionately she speaks of art, of how intimately she writes, of her adoration for complex late night conversations questioning our existence. you will miss how expressive she is when she connects with the world, of how her eyes light up when she meets a new face.
you will miss this, all of this, because this is the youngest i will ever be.
so love my youth, love my passion and love me whilst i am young and beautiful.