I love when I'm in his presence. How his eyes light up with that sparkle when he sees me. A quick get over here motion with his fingers, unnoticed by anyone else around him. "Hey you" and a hug.
I love the compliments--I'm a rockstar and he means it. He makes me feel worthy, even on the lowest, ugliest day. He sees me, and knows when something is not right.
I'm a smart ass, but he'll forgive me and give it right back.
The sun shines down on me, as if I were the only person in the room. But that social butterfly, flits away and leaves me in dark, in the realization there are others here and I'll never get enough time with him.
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