Ernest Hemingway once wrote,
"Why darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you"
Never have words spoken more clearly to my soul. I used to think my life was just mundane with brief instances of magic until I met you. When I'm with you I finally feel like I'm breathing. I feel my body fill with air, with each rise and fall of my chest. With each racing beat of my heart in those moments when your eyes meet mine, you've awoken my spirit and breathed hope in to fill my lungs.

See, all my life I've felt the shallow breaths of emptiness each and every day. Praying something magical could happen at any given moment and like a bang a new more fulfilling life would blossom from the burned down ashes of childhood hope. Sometimes things need to be burned down for new life to begin, you were the match and like a Phoenix my heart was reborn after you set my soul ablaze. And I am reminded that I am alive.