He was so much more than anyone could ever grasp.

He was the sun, the stars and the moon. He was that summers first shower. He was the snowfall on the most beautiful winters eve. He was the warmth of the fire, but never the smoke.
He was that exploration of naked bodies, silently intertwined; grasping ever so gently at each other for the very first time. He was the kiss the morning after, but he was never goodbye.
He was the pacing heartbeat when you first saw his eyes.

He was everything I wanted, but he was never a need.


*Now, he is oxygen, and I am dying to breathe.