How is it that one person is capable of giving me writer's block? I can't focus on writing anything because he is the only thing that capacitates my mind. I would write about him, how his eyes sparkle when they stare into mine, making me feel worthy of love for the first time in what feels like forever. I could write about how the beat of his heart is as steady as a drum, how his smile could cure diseases, how he acts like he has it all figured out but he possesses problems just like the rest of us, and how he confides in me and tells me all of his hopes and dreams and his doubts and fears. He comes to me to seek comfort when the waves are too harsh against the shore during a storm, becoming too much and spilling over his cheeks, but he tells me that I am the sunshine that doesn't hesitate to dry the mess of the night before, leaving no evidence to suggest that it ever happened unless he dares to bring it up.

I would write about him, carefully mapping out everything I could ever say about him, but there would be too many useless words and phrases that could never even begin to do him justice. There's no way to properly describe the galaxies he holds captive within his mind and the occasional stormy skies and rough waters that make its way into his brain. I could never explain the feeling he gives me just by the slightest glance or a light touch.

So I am stuck thinking about his smile and his hair and his eyes and his mind without being about to convey how I feel in the form of words. I have writer's block, but somehow, his reassurance that I will get through it is enough to make me feel that everything is going to be perfectly fine.

C.V.