What is he like?

when I was asked that, I wasn't sure how to respond. How did you describe the indescribable? Then I realized it wasn't him that I needed to describe but what he was to me.

He was cunning, charming, and clever- kind of like the devil, but when I was with him it was heaven- or whatever you would imagine heaven would feel like. That's when I realized that the relationship would never work- I didn't believe in heaven or angels.

He talked like the world was his, moved like the notes in a symphony, and dreamed as if his fantasies were his reality. His love was like an ocean on fire- smoke, desire, and impossible.

I miss him, I miss him so much, but missing the past is like chasing the wind- chasing a whisper of a memory. Being in love with a memory is like loving a ghost.