It is he

His voice danced around her mind and swirled around her heart as a nymph might fly around a field of flowers on the first day of spring. He filled her with life; he was an enhancer. Everything with him carried such an intensity and passion that one couldn’t help but beg to be consumed by it. The vehemence of his pull on her was inexplicable, as if he himself were her centre of gravity. She wanted to get lost in him; to let go completely and drown for eternity in the depths of his soul. Happiness came easy when she was with him and she had missed him greatly. She had near forgotten what it felt like to be with him, to stay up all night talk to him about everything and nothing. He calmed her, honed her attention, in ways no others could manage. And so she let go, once and for all, of all her inhibitions and let her lungs breathe him in and surround her. Certainly, she thought, it can get no better than this. It was in this moment that she realized it had always been him. That’s why she could never let go. That’s why she could never truly let her heart forget. He was the one above all others, which her heart and mind yearned for in sequence. It was he and it always would be.