Anonymous 959

It’s impossible to describe how it feels. How when I’m away from him everything around me seems gray and lifeless, then when I step into his presence all of life abounds once more. It becomes splendid, and meaningful. And when he speaks, his voice is more than just vocal intonations. It’s a refrain. And when he touches me I know why I was born; and when he laughs I am happier than when I laugh myself; and when we part it is the November of my heart.