About seven years ago, a set of stunning eyes reopened for their first time. Their first memory was looking through the mess of eyelashes and squinting at me. He hadn't left me since.
On the 5th, those eyes set their last gaze on me as he left late in the night. I haven't seen them since.

In the third grade, I met a boy who was two classes ahead of me. His cold hand cringed away in confusion. Over time, that hand was always in mine, as we shared over nine years of history together.
On the 5th, that hand let go of my door knob for it's last time as the stunning eyed boy and him left together.

I found them, they found me. We lived together. Shared a bond beyond measure.
They ran off, I said good night. They never came back, to great the morning light.
My wonderful angels, my boys, my closer than friends, more than lovers, bound till the end.
The end had come. And I'm forced to move on. To cling to my sanity, as my brain trickles with memory.

I am the only holder of our past now. The last to stand and say it happened, somehow. God blessed me with these mircales and He took them away. Promising me a perminate visit one day.
I hoped for a better understanding. Instead my heart was put on other things entirely. I am moving forward, with a smile, for each of them.

The two best things to have happened to me, did. Hiro and Koden.