Lost In Our Desires

Her.

I am not catholic but there is only one way to describe Dylan and that is as a miracle. He is that beam of light that shines through a dark room. He is the smell that makes you think of home. He is the snowflakes that kiss and melt on your skin. He is that song you could listen to over and over without ever getting tired. He is what parts the clouds on rainy days and makes everything better.He is my home, my light, my love, my miracle.

Be he will never know.

Him.

I wouldn't have said I ever believed in miracles before I met her but now I'm not so sure. She is the part of me that keeps me positive. The way the sunlight hits her through the window when the sun sets gives her this glow. When she smiles at me, I feel like my insides are melting. I can listen to her for hours. She smells of vanilla and it makes me crave her even more. She is my home, my light, my love, my miracle.

But she will never know.