Existent

Her

It didn't need to be intimacy with her.

Her touch would scar your skin. Those fingertips held a thousand bolts of electricity, that she would ruthlessly caress you with, tearing you from reality, and under her dazed spell. Her voice was music, and it drew you in, without your consent, even though you would have willingly fell for it. And then to look upwards, into a consuming darkness, getting lost, and yet found. You didn't need to travel with her, the world was mapped out across her eyes, deep into her soul, her pupils, always wide, the sky, stars shone, to light up all your nights.

She could build you, higher than any tower, or break you.

But you gave her that power, because you depend on her, in a way that one might depend on air.

She's the kind of girl you only need to think about to know you want her forever. The kind of girl who you begin to associate everything with because she is everything you know. The kind of girl you live for, or die for.