My Oxygen

I loved her & there was nothing which could describe the depths of my feelings for her.Words described it in their boundaries while my love was limitless.The more i thought about her the more i adored her.A single day seemed like a year without her.She was my oxygen & without her my pulse died.Does love make you so much dependable on the other person that the brightest day seems dull without that person.One human out of the billions humans on this earth becomes your whole universe and you cant stop thinking about that person.Is love really a magic spell or our mind plays games with us.Whatever love was but he didn't want to see the next day without her.