Him.

His eyes reflect the fire he stares into so attentively, his skin glowing with perspiration.
A year. Its been a year now, since I saw him for the first time. He doesn't remember it like I do.
I've seen him once every two months, if I'm lucky. Every time I see him, inch by inch, I can feel my heart expanding as my affection for him spreads itself throughout my veins. I would tell him this, but I'm always scared of my heart being broken or torn. And I don't want to be a follower, now or ever. My truest friend just told him that she has had feelings for him since the day she saw him. Where does this leave me? Here, writing this blog. I can't compete with her-shes the most gorgeous person I've ever known, internally and externally. How could he ever choose me over her?
I choose to be shy, so I should only be placing the blame for this situation on myself. Its just out of self defense.
I can't help but think this is the last time I'll ever see him, but I also think we'll be seeing each other again soon.
"I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces."