He's the name on the edge of my lips. The one I hate myself for belittling in a stutter. I call myself a coward. The reality is: I'm glad he has the nerve I don't.

He's the dream I never had, or the one I always forget.Suddenly he's everything I ever hoped for. The sweetest memory I hope to make. Hope is his other name.

He's the color the rainbow hasn't learned. One with thousands of tints and shades. No matter what the lighting is he's always changing; every time more beautiful than the last.

He's the song that's stuck in my head. The one I don't ever wanna forget. The one I don't mind to sing outloud walking down the road.The notes so simple and still the prettiest thing I've ever heard. He's the ballad holding my hand.

He's the words I love to write. The one the thesaurus doesn't have enough words for. His name is beside mine.