Mutterings

He is

He is my soulmate without a shadow of a doubt. There is no one else in this world whose's smile clears the grey clouds from my reverie.

He is my best friend; someone I hate to love and love to hate. The sound of his voice alone echoes in my hollow skull and fills it with gardens I've only imagined walking through.

He is all I could ask for and more. His touch has the power to warm the ice that traps my lonely heart.

He is the missing piece of me; I don't know how but every single piece of him seems to fit perfectly with mine.

He is my home. When he hugs me it equivocates to the sensation of a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer enveloping you into it's warmness.

He is the song that beats in my heart like a song from your childhood that brings back nostalgic memories of better times.

He is forever in my heart but he will never be truly mine.

He was never mine to begin with.

He is hers.