At the end of each night and at the beginning of every morning I found myself thinking about the exact same thing.
Him.
Only him.  
He has become more to me than just my “lover” or my “best friend”, he is a part of me. He has morphed into this thing I cannot live without. Something in comparison to a heart or a brain, something that keeps me breathing, keeps me going. Oh but I can live without a heart or a brain but without him...
I would simply cave into nothingness.
He brings out the best in me. He has never given up on me and I am almost convinced that he never will. I’m not sure if I can call it love, I certainly do not call it obsession. Theres just something about him...
That...
Makes me happy...