Loving him is like a fresh breeze of air....

A run across the street,The wave of his hand,The ruffle of his hair.

Like wind he comes and goes-sneaking in so softly- a tickle underneath your chin, and yet stirring up a whirlpool inside your heart.

A blink of your eyes and a sudden gasp, as you catch yourself staring at him and realise that you have been holding your breathe for the whole time.

His love is like the wind- filling in your lungs,entering your soul and sweeping you off your feet.

Because loving him is like breathing-keeping you alive- and yet when he is there ,you forget to breathe.