He whispers to me stories of new beginnings that are yet to come for us, as he makes himself comfortable by my side. He knows that no matter how much I try to hold back I never will, at least not from him. During the day, I follow him around like a lost puppy, but at night I run. Yet, I only make it out a couple of steps before I turn right back. It's not an obsession, what I feel for him, nor am I mesmerized by him. For I see right through him, but I still need him as much as I need air. And no matter how hard I strive to leave I'm never miserable, not with him. I've never been, not even the day that he stole my life from me.