The breeze

I am only certain of three things right now.
The first one is that I am Rosaline and for the first time in a long time I know I will continue being Rosaline for a while.
The second one,is that I love him and I will keep loving him for a while.
The third one...
He is beautiful. He is beautiful in a way I've never seen anyone to be. He is beautiful like the feeling of quiet when you're trying to sleep at night and the feeling that you can breathe again when going outside at 4 in the morning.
I could say that he reminds me of a star, or of a flower, or the fresh grass, and maybe he does, but that is an understatement. He reminds me of the wind. His whole presence envelops me like the breeze, like something whole. He is not just a flower or just the sky. He is the breeze making everything whole, making everything seem close and warm.
He is not the hug. He is a brief and unintentional touch of hands in the middle of the day, when everything is crowded and loud, but he makes it all go away.
He is not a sunset. He is the feeling you get when you're watching a sunset, the feeling of something special that will never be the same ever again, even if you will see it every day from now on.
He is not the sea. He is the feeling you get when you go under the water and the world fades and it feels like you're losing all of your senses and replacing them with something unknown to you.
He is not a kiss. He is the moment before a kiss when your heart beats faster and you can't hear properly. He is the feeling of anticipation wrapped in fear and love.
So you see, you may be surrounded by the most beautiful places and notions in this world, but the thing itself Is not beautiful, the feeling you get from it is. And that's what he is. He is an amalgam of feelings and that's what makes him the center of all things, and not the things themselves.