“He’s ignoring me and I feel like it’s all my fault.”

I loved you for the cold wind that sang inside of you. It was something otherworldly, being inside of that tornado but never quite being touched by the fury. I was your One Thing, I was your holy and your special and the flower you left untouched in the meadow. You were soft around me, you were suddenly shy, you were quiet rain - and I loved that. I loved being your heart. 

I should have never trusted myself to the storm. I should have known. I should have gone home.