Him

If one day- before I rest with my last dying breath- was told to make a list of everything 

that made me happy, I believe, with my whole heart, that the ink spilled on the page 

would spell his name over and over again. Even if the stars above me collided in such an 

odd, uncanny way that puts us on separate paths, and I doubt that it ever will, I'll still be 

able to say he once made me happy.

I've never been so sure about someone in my life like how I am with him. 

I want to be the one he lays in bed with every night as he lets the heat from his body 

envelopes my chilled skin. 

It was his caring heart that made me susceptible to love once again. It was his touch that 

made me believe I am real. It was his kiss that spiked the blood in my veins like a drug 

that I never want to recover from. 

-Macy Maywalall