he is me

He is now coming to terms with what that love is, it is not that body at all, or that face before. It is the companionship and presence, the having around of that soul.

I need you closer. Never before have I been so in love with that which I term as real, being attracted to heart alone.

In order to exist from this moment on there must be attachment to that which has no boundaries, in that I am present and pure.

For him that is: being together, for me: I am simply being, detached.