We understood one another on a different level, and that kind of understanding is addictive. My mind scattered with half written thoughts that he just seemed to finish, without hesitation. No words ever left my lips, but somehow he already knew. He never questioned where I had been or who had loved me before, this was new and scary for me. He didn’t see my past, like I did written word for word, like a walking billboard of trauma and trust issues. He looked at me and saw... me. And for the first time, I didn’t feel alone. He was a light that I never knew existed. His laugh warmed my heart and the way he lights up when he mentions the things he loves, like a child opening up presents on Christmas Day… Sets my soul on fire! He is 100% undoubtedly the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen. I watch him in amazement, and occasionally, I wonder if he’s even real. Could someone so beautiful actually see me and not run? He would call me out for staring at him from time to time, but I can’t help it… I don’t know how he found me when I couldn’t even find myself. He was the most unexpected blessing I never knew I needed. Not only that, but I had given up and started turning cold when he showed up and warmed my soul. His words are not the same… I’m infatuated by his mind and inspired by the way he thinks. I am motivated by how he overcame his struggles and never lost his wild side… I wish he could see himself the way that I see him, but he sees things in me that I just see right through. He is a light that could make heaven jealous, and he sees a light in me, no matter how dark it seems while my picture develops… He has a quiet confidence that I find enchanting, I never understood how the ones that get left end up the right thing until he came around and found me… Funny thing, I knew I was lost, but I never knew I was hiding. I don’t want to close my eyes. I don’t wanna fall asleep, I don’t want to even blink because I don’t want to miss a thing.