onehundredfiftysix.

At first glance he had lit up the night with the slightest touch. Rousing and electric. His voice consumed me completely with the wonderful way that it rose and fell, at that moment nothing else mattered. The volume of life had been turned down and the colors weren't as bright. Yet he made up for it. He was the one who set the balance.

For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed but my soul.