Him

Him.

He is the sun.

His smile is a day at the beach, laughing, wind in hair, drinking sweet drinks.

His scent is inhaling kisses, honey, brand new clothes from expensive places.

His voice is a puppy.

He makes you feel intoxicated.

He makes you forget all the hell in your life.

He makes nothing matter but you and him together. 

You cannot not smile around him. 

He is your drug.

He will ruin you, overthinking about him will ruin you. 

He leaves.

He was your drug, your source of happiness. 

He left.

He took your happiness with his shaggy blonde hair and tiny dimples. 

He will never call you by your nickname again.

He will never sing Mayday Parade or Taylor Swift to you again.

He is gone.

You move on and find another drug.

He is not the sun, you are. 

Him.