"So, what's your story?"

"I'm more than just a story."

I know, I think. You're a permanent thought that feels far too fleeting, a memory that seems far too fragile. A moment that seems to last an eternity and still isn't enough. You're the song stuck in my head that I can never remember, you're a beautiful dream I never want to leave, you're a burst of wind on a perfect day, you're the cup half full and the cup half empty. You're the hazy fog, the persistent rain, the endless ocean. You're a pale brightness, last words whispered, a loud laugh, an escaping tear, a comfortable silence. You're a kiss goodbye, and a hug hello. You're a warm bonfire and a cold swim. You're the doubt that come too late. You're a never ending road, a city to get lost in, a house made a home. You're the words left unspoken, the dreams that grow at the back of your mind, your're a beautiful tragedy and an unsolved mystery. You're a new love and an old friendship. You're a love song strummed on the guitar, a break-up song screamed from the rooftops. You're a short story that lasts a life time.

You're my story.