He was the boy I wasted my daydreams on,
Like French kisses I yearned to cover his body in,
The Mistletoe I wanted to stand below while he wrapped me up in a warm, passionate embrace during the holidays.
The prayers I begged to whisper under the sheets as he caressed me fervently.
He was wholly.
He was comparative to the seasons that change drastically, yet surrounded you by a comforting happiness that blanketed your entirety.
Beauty that radiated a warm glow in which  possesses your soul through...