Why is every word he speaks a life line?

I need to hear his voice

see his words.

 

I need to feel his presence

know that he is coming home

know that I can look into his brown eyes

hold his rough hands.

 

It was never like this before,

it was nice to talk

not a desperate need.

 

It was a privilege to be next to him

not something I couldn’t handle not having

 

I love him

he is a beautiful person

and he is the only one close enough to save me

 

He is the only one who sees the path I’m going down

but i don’t think he understands it

he is my only chance at salvation

he has become my life.

 

This scares him though,

but it scares me even more