Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. With each breath of his name my pulse quickens. With each exhale I want more of him. I want more from him. The more I get closer to him - the farther he seems to be beyond my reach. His face, his memories - a mere fleeting dream now. I close my eyes again and repeat his name - Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. The sound of his name brings a certain level of calm headedness and a serenity which washes all over my body like a woosh of cold wind soothing my nerves. I spread my palm over my heart and feel the constant humming of my heart - erratic at times whenever I think about him. (full summary inside) (Kindly do no plagiarize. All rights reserved) (DM FOR COVERS)