There
is a man who lives on the top right hand side of my apartment.
This man reminds me of my love whom I love for years. When I see
him, he reminds me of my sweetheart. There are things that he
does that resembles him. His actions, the way he walks and
expresses himself, the way how he is so outgoing and just plain
awesome with everyone. His corny jokes, his easy and chill
personality. Truth be told, I get butterflies and I get this
anxious, good feeling every time I see him. I picture my love
living close to me, that he is not too far from me, but then
reality hits me, and it's not him. It's not the man that I adore
for years, I see a complete stranger who I met in 2 days. I think
of how much I miss my real darling, my superman, my baby, and my
comforter. And I think what my life would be without him, then I
realized that without him, there is no love, no affection, and no
meaning. My life without him would be incomplete and depressing.
I would cry all day and I surely wouldn't survive without him. I
truly miss him dearly. I miss him to infinity and my love for him
never faids and it never will. Baby, my darling man, I love you
so so much.