Madness
When everything around you has captured him in some way, like a picture, like a moment, you feel he is every where... From the smell of your bedsheet, to the warmth of his breath, from the sweet whispers, to the cuddling of fingers... He's just not on your mind, but even the things, the little things have absorbed him... The search doesn't end and the love grows deeper, that sort of helplessness has it's own beauty... Has it's own madness... . . .