to be the person you loved most was hard: I didn't like myself until you did , and I stopped liking myself when you stopped breathing. I would of given anything to be the last person you looked into the eyes of, I wish I could of made you stay; to be the person you could of called your saviour. Its too late to tell you that everytime you plucked the guitar strings you plucked the ones in my heart and its too late to tell you that I only ever liked my name when it came out of your mouth and its too late to tell you that you made me feel the way your music used to sound. But it doesn't mean I don't think it. Every breath you took was beautiful until you stopped, I wish it would of never stopped.