You're everything.

I imagined myself next to you, placing soft kisses that leave the skin without the thought of touch. I then picture you and me silent, and I get lost in the way it feels to be in your arms. I tried to think of much more wiser things to say about the rush it gives me to think of you, and so then it made sense to me when I discovered this love would be unimaginable. I've tried to imagine the feel of you without being expressive and found myself with too much to say. the way the air drips down my throat like the drops of blood I would take from your lips, and the way I've pictured you stealing all of it back from my lungs, cause it's been known I love the thought of breathing you in. I've fallen in love with the idea of you, and I have absolutely no idea who you are.