the kind of man who was never after sex. you could have never been intimate in that way and his feelings would all be the same. never after your body, always after your soul.

he regrets your loss like no other. your absence is nearly debilitating— something that haunts him like a horrid nightmare he simply can’t wake from.

it was nearly unavoidable, the break up between you two. almost as if you two were never meant to come together. yet, he wanted it so bad.

he never approaches you again, fearing the damage he could do. too afraid to touch you. too afraid to hear your voice.

but secretly, he watches. he waits. he hopes for the day you come back to him, arms open and willing to embrace him again.

he’ll never move on. just as he told you, “if it’s not you, it’s no one.”

he’s never seen himself sharing an apartment, a room, or a bed. never wanted marriage or a baby. never wanted a house with a porch and a picket fence. none of it ever spoke to him until he experienced you. no stand-in will do. he’s not interested in that life with anyone else. he’d rather be alone than with someone who’s not you.

the type of guy that you could call on for years and years, commanding him to the end of the earth, and he’ll walk it without an expectation of return. anything to put a smile on your face.

you’ll never doubt that there’s a man who loves you with him in the world. he will look for you in the eyes of every other person he encounters.

he carries the purest, most soul-crushing form of love </3