Lost at the sea of thoughts

This sea breeze refreshes me as it fans out all the impurities of my semblance. He is the blue ocean of my dreams. I sail with him in endless waters without charts; for we cannot outline our journeys to our world's endless horizons...

He was gone for exactly a week. I couldn't believe the effect this had on me. Talk about missing a friend... this almost confirms I am so lost without him. Strangely enough, we do not even belong to each other to miss the physical presence of one another. He is my partner in crime, my confidant, my priest and confessor all-in-one. He is the big guy I can allow myself to fall because he would without a doubt catch me. With no reservation I can commit my sadness and tears and not be taken as vulnerable and pitiful. He is my awesome friend, the guy whose aura can beat the most beautiful of sunny days in Alaska. He is the only person who has ever called me from sea where I allowed my thoughts to wander; and wonder I did about the smile on his face as he pressed the mobile phone against his ear and cheek. Was the boat moving in rapid waves of the deep or shallow waters? Did he feel the salted scent of the seawind on his face and bare arms while standing on the vessel's bow? And was he smiling, his eyes twinkling in gaiety while listening to my jovial banter?

Yes, I believe he was all of the above, for certainly I know what he made me feel. And enduringly what he does to me is...

he makes me smile.