I hang up the phone onto its hook and curl up in bed. My arm hurts from having held it to my ear for so long. My smile that I held for so long begins to fade and the happiness I'd built up from talking to him fades with it. My heart breaks all over again because I can't feel his prescence. I can't hear his voice and I can't see his beautiful eyes. I can't touch his skin and know he's there.
What if he dies tonight? He doesn't know how much I love him. I can't put in words how much I love him, no expanse of emotion and letters and numbers and music could ever tell him how much I cared for him, how much I loved that I was loved by such a... such a beautiful man. Such a gorgeous guy, inside and out. No matter what he's done, did, and will do, he will forever be in my heart. He's so beautiful in my eyes.
My heart breaks when his breaks, it breaks more when I can't find a way to make him smile. His sadness is my own and I don't like being sad. I love hearing his crazy laugh, I love seeing his beautiful eyes lit up, I love seeing his wonderful smile. I love loving him. I love hearing his little whispers and his big talk. I love being protected and cared about.