My mind is racing when I'm with him, have so much to say but can't even begin
To describe the way his eyes look when he stares at me, the fact that every time he smiles or laughs I feel my heart beating faster, the way that his skin in contact with mine feels like atoms colliding and
I can't deny anything for I am merely but a speck compared to his obtuse proximity to perfection
As time moves on, the essence of his being creates a heavy heart that grows fond with his simultaneous attention and affection
Without him,
The sky would not be blue, the grass not green nor anything learned applicable