Every now and then someone beautiful will fall down into our world and we’ll stand there stupefied.
Not sure whether to worship or fear them and I don’t know if I’ll ever be as in love with someone as I was with you. Not that it was ever real or maybe it was. I’m not too sure.
I’m not too sure about most things these days but I know that you were beautiful. God, you were beautiful.
If all the rest of this, all of this shit, this fucked up mess of an existence turns out to be a wretched, stinking lie then I just hope you were true. I hope this was authentic.
I need it to be authentic.
Please let you have been beautiful.