Regardless if you love him,hate him, wish he would die or know that you would die without him it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever he was to the world he was everything to you. When you look him in the eyes, traveling the depths of his soul and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your life is inevitable consumed within the rythmic beating of his very heart. You love him for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. Its a thing of the mind not the heart..
