How would I describe my everything.....  without the rough edges my words would seem artificial

At first, he was just the first man to gain any of my interest at all, why I don't know, he was drunk.. obviously a player.

There were no intentions, from either of us, I just found my self excited when I was actually with him

very blokish, doesn't 'loike girwls, cept lookin at em'

But somehow we grew together, naturally contouring to one anothers entirety.

When he opened up, showed his vulnerability, that his heart was true, it was something I could never ever imagine feeling again, 

unexpected, so pure, sweet, boyish and completely charming without trying.

There was no forgetting that moment, ever ...nor the ones to follow that seemed to feel so amazingly wonderful, 

like a bear hug in the snow, an oasis in the desert.

All of these moments are full moving images stored for ever, an everyday daydream, 

that now cut me deeper each time I snap out of it and realise that they were actually real, 

life was that wonderful 

I'm lost for ever now and trying to find my way is hopeless, I can't see or hear a thing let alone move anywhere

anywhere that I cannot feel something.  I was strong, but nothing can overpower feelings of complete truth, 

of nature