As unromantic as it is, I have to admit that I could probably live without him. He is not the air I need to breathe nor is he the light that shines through the darkness of my otherwise lonely life. He is a person as I am a person. But I can also say that the I love him. At least, the person that I am as I type these words onto the page. I cannot speak for the person I will be because as we all know, everything in life changes. However, I can say with certainty that there is already a version of me who does not love him. 

The "me" of the past who had never met him. My world existed before he existed in it so I know that I can live without him because I have done it before. I have lived without him so blissfully that one might wonder if meeting him at all was worth it because of all the chaos he has brought. And with this chaos, he has also created this delusion. He has made me believe that I could not possibly survive without him. He has made me believe that my world was a darker place before he had entered it. He has made me believe that all of the good times outweigh the bad times. He has made me believe that this is what I want. He is all that I need. 

But that's not true.

I know it cannot be true. Past experiences and logic have proven it to not be true. 

Yet, I still believe it. Feelings overthrow logic and I find myself loving him passionately without restrictions. He overwrites my memories and my thoughts. I am now nothing without him. Because I love him.

No, because he loves me.