cotton candy memior

a heart left heavy that once was wieghtless, rests in his chest, and continues a steady cadance of beats as the days refuse to free him from love lost.haunted by his love's angelic face, he sees her in all he does, in every place he visits, in each to which dream he escapes. he lives only for the memory of the one true happiness he experienced, the happiness of unbridled love.falling down upon softly grounding clouds, with eyes tightly shut and heart ungaurded, there is solace found in the slow tailspin of a life's mistakes. a peace found only after he sees her across the blury chaos of carnival goers and grossly exaggerated amusements. his gaze settles upon a single pink drop of spun sugar that rests deliciously on the bow of her top lip, taunting him relentlessly as he is tortured by the memory of her sweet kiss.instantly, unexpectedly, the pain of loss leaves, with the speed of lightening. his eyes open, as he rolls over in the bed, smelling her scent, as sweet as jasmine. without pause he pulls the crisp, white linen sheets closer to his chest, gently pulling her sleeping beauty into his being. silently, he appreciates the only gift he can remember receiving, the gift of her love, and feels the welcomed weightless fall and again, he sleeps.