Him

I can feel him lingering everywhere, not just in my mind, but in my room. I never understood how something so empty could be filled with just simply one person. To me he's magical, something completely out of the ordinary, he's like poetry. Poetry that is not written to be analyzed; but rather to inspire without reason and to touch with understanding. I remember everything every once in a while and I suddenly become aware of how lucky I am to have him. I hear his heart sometimes, I hear it racing and when I ask why, he tells me its cause of my presence. I find it hard however to let go of him, I don't want this magic to ever leave, even when its only for a few days. I want him to remain with me forever, because thats where he belongs and nothing sounds more perfect than spending every single second wraped in his arms and letting all of his scent linger on me. He'll never know though, he'll never know how much he truly means to me.