Sometimes I miss him like the Four Seasons of loneliness, but we never change: He’s the Four Seasons of my Soul: Love, Summer, Winter, Fall.
Essence of a Man
I miss him immeasurable-ly, need him more everyday . A text from him my day lights up, converse with him my heart lights up, a touch from him and my whole world lights up. It’s the Adoration, Courage, Tolerance, Stability, Inner-standing, Outer-standing, and Under-standing of (I) that keeps me grounded in the surplus love strands of (him) written in his DNA and coiled in his 24 chromosomes: live for love, love for life: being < in love> {with the person} you love never feels wrong.
