A Breath Of Fresh Air

The boy I was with was just the gust in the wind, the touch of the breeze, the breath of the air.

For he was as impactful yet fleeting, like one.

Facing the light, he was the man of my dreams- under my eyelids.

His touch was the one I anticipated the most. He held me with utmost grace and respect, than any other can give for me to feel.

And his words... God, his words. They were the epitome of his being. Other descriptions of him were just aesthetics, while his voice... his monologues, his conversations crystalizes his existence. His voice was sometimes soft and shy, uncertain. While at times loud and deafening, confident.

Although, no matter what it was, what he was, I adored meeting his fleeting presence.

This story shares the snippets of our encounters.

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Disclaimer: I absolutely do not care about the grammar mistakes. I only write to express my feelings.