Lone Wolf

From the moment that I first laid eyes on him, I was consumed by his presence. I don't know if I can adaquately describe the emotional attachment that I feel to this creature. I feel certain that he also feels unusually connected to me. This attachment comes from a place deep within my soul. It's almost like having an extra sense.


He's absolutely handsome. There's so much more to him than looks, though. I can feel him, even if he is nowhere near. Sometimes, I don't see him for months on end. When I do see him, it's always like seeing him for the first time. I can't help but want to touch him. It's like I need to touch him. When I say that I feel him, it's an overwhelming emotional connection. When he hurts, I feel it like a cold blade deep within my heart. When he's happy, it's like the flutter of a butterfly upon my cheek. When he is angered, it's like thunder rolling through the atmosphere.
I have seen his soul through his piercing, illuminous gray eyes. He reminds me of a lone wolf, yet he is far from alone. There are others that often keep me from him. He is nothing like the others. I have never seen another like him. As long as there is a flicker of life inside me, he will never be alone. I am fascinated by this creature. I admire, love, and adore him. He is intelligent. He is powerful. He has fury. I have seen a vengence in him that I could easily fear, but do not. I trust that he will never hurt me.

He is a protector. He is a survivor. He is honorable. He carries the burdons of many upon his shoulders. He is responsible and loyal. He won't give up. He fights to the end and in the end, he still stands tall. He takes adversity and molds it to his benefit. He bears many deep scars that I know must etch his mind, yet he is loving and he is kind. He can be elusive, yet so close at heart. He is resourceful. He is diligent. I watch in amazement as he is so confident and competent. He is a great teacher, yet he can still be taught. He is accomplished. He ensures safety and stability for the young when others will not. He is keen to his surroundings, exhibiting great primal intuity and skill. His sense of reality is as sharp as a razor's edge. His soothing voice is often that of reason. I love to listen to him. His call is alluring and distinctly recorded within the pages of my mind.


It took a little while to build a solid trust between us. In this world it's difficult to trust anything or anyone. I think I spooked him not long ago, by deviating from my usual manner. I think he knows that he can trust me, but sometimes I feel like he's very cautious. He hasn't really let me forget, either. I would never hurt him. I just have to make him understand that I never meant to. A relationship such a this is sensitive and any miscommunication could potentially violate our bond forever. That would devastate me. I try to be everything that he needs me to be, but not more than he wants me to be. That's difficult sometimes. He seems to need a certain distance, but, a certain closeness. It's hard to know just the right combination to keep him at ease. I often find myself measuring a little of this and a little of that; as would a chemist in a lab. I may never create the formula that captivates him as much as he has my heart.


On the rare occasion that I have had the opportunity to get close enough, he melts like sweet chocolate left in the hot sun. He seems to enjoy the feel of my fingers softly stroking his muscular body. It seems that I am able to ease his tension and stress. I feel him relax with each and every second that he allows my fingertips to glide over him. With each touch, I intend for him to feel love. I want him to know without a doubt, how much I care. I want him to realize the sincerity in my caress.


I may want too much. I may want more than he can or is willing to give. I am sure that he will let me know where the line of understanding will be drawn between us.


When we are together, the chemistry between us crushes the truth of this harsh world. Even if only for a moment, all that impedes happiness is forgotten by both. It's like time stands still and I don't want the moment to end. It is my pleasure to be part of his life. He is my heart. I know that someday he may decide to go his own way. It's not easy to entertain the thought, but, I cannot keep him if he wishes to go. He is an untame and adventurous spirit. I cannot predict how this journey will end. I can fortell that my heart will be acquainted with an emptiness previously unknown if he decides to go. I pray that I never realize that reality, but will accept what fate has in store.