Yet regardless if I love him, hate him, wish he would die or know that I would die without him... It matters not. Because once in my life, where ever he is in the world he becomes everything to me. When I look him in the eyes, traveling to the depths of his soul and I say a million things without a trace of sound, I know that my own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beating of his heart. I love him for a million reasons, NO paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
Inevitable- unable to avoid
