Do you ever notice the smell of summer? The sound of rain drops lightly dancing on a tin roof? Birds whispering sweet songs to each other about the day gone by? The smell of a fire extinguished but lingering?
Do you ever notice the moon? How even when it cannot be seen by every eye, it is still there, waiting to shine for you to notice? Do you notice the crispness of the night, like smoothed out canvas?
Do you notice the stars, the way - actually... I cannot describe their individual beauty. But have you seen them lately?
My sweet, to you who is reading this.
The harsh reality is, if you haven't noticed any of these things, you haven't known pain.
You haven't known the world in its vindictive glory, where it tried to take them all away.
My sweet, to you who is reading this, who hasn't noticed any of these things, the harsh reality is, you haven't known love.
You haven't known the beauty of a world where everything around you seems to shine a little brighter, now that you have found that one person to share it with.