The Emancipation of Emoree

I assumed it was the start of nothing. But, the way that his existence validated my senses, I quickly learned that it was the start of something. From the moment my eyes rested on him, the gravitational pull was inexplicable. It wasn't that I ever wanted to explain, either. Not to my mind. Not to my soul. Not to my heart. And, not to my lungs that possibly wondered why I had been deprived of more oxygen since the day he'd walked into my room than I had in my entire life. Because, then I would have to conjure a hell of an excuse as to why I was combating every follicle that summed up my own existence, beliefs and morals. Unfortunately, I had none. Not one. All I knew was that I'd been captured by the husky beast and the eagerness to be saved had failed me. I wanted to be here. Right here. And nowhere else in the world would suffice.