They say if he's slippery, like water in your hands. No matter how well you cup the water, it will always slip through your fingers. He's beautiful and treacherous. Everyone needs water to live. I need him. Yet I can't even hold on to him. His beautiful eyes call to me, taunting me. I reach out and touch his soft skin. I hold him for a while then he's gone again. I love him. Even though he's never there, I love him. I only hope… that he feels the same for me. I would die if he slipped away forever.
