It's Monday, 8.28pm and I am waiting for him to come online. The thought of him gets me smiling every time, every inch of him seems so perfect. I may not be in love with him; I may be in love with the idea of love or the idea of life. But he embodies both of these wonderful things. He embodies love and he embodies life, I feel alive when I'm with him and this feeling might be what everyone is searching for in their lives. Feeling alive. I once heard that we remember moments when we were alive, what we don't remember was only existing. I'm at home like every 48 hours, and then only to chat with him or grab fresh clothes. I am young. Burgling the lido, skinny dipping, heartbeat, this is who I am. I am not just a person, I am every word I've ever said, I'm every thought I've ever thought, every breathe I've ever taken. I will forever be a part of infinity and it scares the shit out of me.