I am in love with a ghost. He follows me when I walk and watches me when I sleep. I cannot see him but I know that he's there. Whenever I cry I feel his phantom kisses and the cold nothingness of his touch.
I wake up to the freezing breath of death every morning and fall asleep to the sound of a still heart ever night. I never feel more loved. I know that I'm never alone.
I want to drown in the fog of his love and never feel warmth again. I want to taste snowflakes in my tongue as frost fills my heart and lungs. And I know that when my lips turn purple and my blood stops flowing we will be together again. I will be his and he will be mine, just like it used to be.
I miss him.
