There is a man who lives on the top right hand side of my apartment. This man reminds me of my love whom I love for years. When I see him, he reminds me of my sweetheart. There are things that he does that resembles him. His actions, the way he walks and expresses himself, the way how he is so outgoing and just plain awesome with everyone. His corny jokes, his easy and chill personality. Truth be told, I get butterflies and I get this anxious, good feeling every time I see him. I picture my love living close to me, that he is not too far from me, but then reality hits me, and it's not him. It's not the man that I adore for years, I see a complete stranger who I met in 2 days. I think of how much I miss my real darling, my superman, my baby, and my comforter. And I think what my life would be without him, then I realized that without him, there is no love, no affection, and no meaning. My life without him would be incomplete and depressing. I would cry all day and I surely wouldn't survive without him. I truly miss him dearly. I miss him to infinity and my love for him never faids and it never will. Baby, my darling man, I love you so so much.