I can't help but not leave. I am so consumed into his grace, his smell, the dexterity in his hands. I am mesmorized by his eyes and in awe of his smile. No matter what flaws he has, the qualities that he posses that I'm not fond of, I think about our memories that we've shared and everything transforms into utter bliss. I realize that I'm in a state of mind where everything is elysian when I am with him and I can't seem to part my mind away from him.
When I say that I'm leaving, I just think of him, and I am easily convinced to stay. I want to get away, but he is my drug. His blood is the only thing I can live off of. One more stage of going away and I am completely removed with no trace in sight. His smell is what I thrive on a daily basis. They should just make a cologne of his scent and I'll be set. Then again, maybe it's just me that is so enthralled by him.
I never thought I'd fall in love so young and so fast. It was not my intentions, at all. I didn't plan this, nor did he. We were just in the same place at the right time on a clear summer month. The whole world rushed aside me after that.
I tried so hard to stop loving him. It has been one of the hardest tasks besides working alongside Pythagorean Theorem. So I end up sticking with him like a fly on a spider web, just waiting for someone else to dismantle the web and take me away.
