A feeling of emptiness.
So much fullness that it left some sort of emptiness.
I run to him, everday, just to catch my breath.
I can breath in his presence.
I bury my head where his heart is.
A tear rolls down my face, as I silently thank him for being.
My head cannot think.
Im cold, and he makes me feel warm. The shivering finally comes to an end, but so does his touch.
As a good thing ends a fear arises. The fear of incompleteness.
The fear of coping within myself, without myself and around myself.
I want, I crave, I desire the soothe touch of his skin,
the sound of his heartbeat,
the words that come out of his mouth.
It burns.
It freezes.
It comes close.
Let life be what it is.
I need him
