Time didn't have a meaning until I met him. Life began, and was just life. Mine would end someday in this physical world, and I didn't care. I was dying every day, just.......living right then and now, and not paying anything much attention. But now I've met him and I love him and suddenly time is of the essence. Years do not seem enough, and he will probably live much longer than I will. I wish that we could have met together from the beginning and I wish that we could die together in the same instant. I don't ever want to be separated. I feel like I'm suffocating when I think about not being able to feel him. Because I didn't really know who I was until I look in his eyes and saw me for the first time. It's really hard to explain the indescribable feeling of this, but it tries to be a thought, how important it is to me. I wonder if he is thinking or feeling something the same.