It's not all black and white

This man

I find myself thinking a little too often,
and a little too much about him.
The one,
the one that I want to spend every waking hour of every day with.
The one I want to wake up next to,
and the one holding me till we fall asleep.
This man has my heart entirely,
and I wonder,
if he knows the power he holds in his hands.
The ability to break me with one single drop,
I trust that he won't though,
its just a thought.
It's funny how someone can mean so much too you,
so much that you can feel it physically.
I mean,
when you miss them you feel it through everything,
like you don't miss them,
your entire being misses them,
and how I miss this man.
Longing for his arms wrapped around mine.
He's got me feeling all kinds of things,
letting me fall deeper in love with him.
This man,
my highlight of my low life,
My man.