Why a change in you when having him?

I see him. The moment freezes like ice..Bla..bla.. let's imagine an other way. 

I feel his presence. I haven't been with him. Haven't had an eye-contact. Haven't known each other, as what and how we are or we'll be. Haven't had an idea of meeting. Haven't had as many photos together. Haven't shared moments. Haven't exchanged contacts. Haven't had any media of conversing. Even, Haven't thought of conversing. Haven't sought for presents. Haven't enjoyed the sun rise or set together. Haven't had the warmth of the Hug. Haven't kissed each other. Haven't ruined each others' peace of mind. Haven't lost selves in each other. Haven't trusted of having the trust. Haven't thought of loving each other. Haven't believed that this'd be taken for life. Haven't been so intimate.

But the ways I feel for him..

The trust I have on him under no reasons. The faith in never letting the trust down. The ways that the trust soars. The hope of having him for me. The wish for making him happier with me. The belief of having my self wholly beside him. The fear of not leading to him. The hope of being liked and loved. The ways of loving him. The hurdles that has to be met. The warmth that his presence'd feed without a single contact. The solace that can be given and taken. The peace that'll be attained. The dread of losing if had. The hope of not losing. The ways to be usually unusual. The wish for loving him unconditionally. The faith that I'll be for him even when everything is lost. The days of weeping for my disability to have him. The guilt that I built, because of dreaming as being with him without the acknowledgement of him. The madness in these that I and my wellwishers wonder. The crave for these at the worst. The longing for him at his most uncertainty. The pain that's crossed without letting him know these. The strength I build for bearing these. The search of terms to portray the wish. The failure of describing what it actually feels like. The struggles in making my self realize all these.

Even then, when he's ahead me..

Just staring at the soul that the six (more or less) feet high flesh with a moderately appealing index having a highly smoothing eyes, very unique tone of words, and the whole stuff that I wholly trust that it has been made only for me and there'll be a day when I'll be his, holds.

We, ourselves will be for us, if we really mean and has to!

He, himself will be to me, if he really has to.