Maybe that's all it really takes. Maybe it just takes that one person to kiss you so hard that you want to stop time and taste their familiar flavor and love forever. Or when he traces every crease of your young naive body and you can feel the butterflies trying to escape through your bumpy, chilled, yet excited skin. Or when he holds you in his arms in his kitchen at 2am, and without speaking it he shows you that everything really is going to be okay. Or when he makes the little things matter such as, "it's cold don't forget a coat; put on your seatbelt please; watch your step." Or when he holds your hand and you can feel your insides filling up with happiness, like a charging phone, he has become your source of power. Maybe all that it really takes is that one person to come along and make you question why you ever stopped writing. That one person who becomes your inspiration for trying desperately to make your words sound poetic and beautiful deep into the am, but always giving up because no amount of words will ever come close to capture the beauty of him and all that he really is.