Her

Pop stars sing about what they have to give. Better ones sing about what they need. All of them sing about what they love.

Any nice words I have ever found myself to write aren't from me about what I love, but are from the love it. The meaning in everything, plus all that I find, isn't for me, but for the love inside me.

Over the years, my heart's never let me forget you. Your face, shining as always, would pop into my mind just enough and without attachment to thought. Although it may not have been entirely conscious, or with the deepest of emotion, it was with the fullest of who I could be.

I've always lived for rain...to wash the pain away. With you, the only pain I could ever have was to be blind, numb, and deaf. Not only that, I find nothing less of happiness in every part of which I am, something that used to keep causing me pain.

In my life, you are the only one in who's eyes I've looked into and felt totally at peace at where I was. However directionless that may have made me, just standing or sitting there, I only knew that's where I wanted to be and where I should be. Whoever said that it's just a matter of who you're with, was definitely onto something.

Everywhere, any time, with anything or anybody, I know what I see no thanks to the love inside me.

You're "her". Today, as I wipe these tears away, knowing that is all I truly have.