Unreal

This was love.

The others were mere infatuations.

They made my heart beat a tiny bit faster than normal

but this, this was deep.

This was heart wrenching.

This made every cell in my body turn. 

This made me question the ground I stand on and the air I breathe.

But this was love.

When he left my world stopped spinning. 

Just as my tears fell down, the flowers droop.

A lack of air, a lack of sunlight, a lack of care.

My heart. She lacked him.

She lacked the way he made her feel whole.

They say not to let another person complete you,

But him.

He undoubtedly completed me in every way.

In every way a person could make you feel, he did.

He touched me without touching me. 

Our love was unreal.

Losing him was unreal.

The hole he left in my heart is very real.