He for me is the American Dream. We all wish to find someone, whom we feel completes us. That person, that when you look into their eyes, you see yourself in them. That person, who sets off butterflies at the thought of seeing them, but then slip completely in ease when they're around. That person whose touch is parallel to electricity. These are the makings of how I feel for him...
I know few can say they know this feeling. And then again, there are hundreds more who can relate!
So I spend my days suspended in love. I long for him, his touch, to hear his voice. My human nature permits me to placate my desires with others. But they are no substitute for him. They make me laugh, for now. They satisfy my needs, for now. But in the back of my mind, inside my heart and deep in my soul, there can only be him.
Does he even understand, the magnitude for which I care for him? Does he understand, that he may search high and far but he will never find another that loves him like I do? The way that I've always loved him. And cherished all the moments that we've shared. I just wish I could get them all back, conceal them in a box so I can relive those moments again as I please. Then again, I look forward to all the new memories just waiting to be made; Each day is agony in anticipation of making them. I avidly look onward to the future, hoping that it will have him in it.
He is the person whom I wish to share my days with. To build a life with. I've never been more sure about something, or someone in my life....
