Every night I get down on my knees and pray
And thank the Lord above for you each day
I was lost and then I found you
You make my ocean, you make my sky blue

"Dear Lord," I whisper, sitting on the floor in this old, abandoned house, "I know it's wrong, but thank you for bringing him to me anyway. Thank you for helping us find each other."

You're lying sleeping beside me as the sun comes up, and I pull my pants on before walking to the broken window. The sun is shining, drying up the rain that we had danced so happily in the day before. Drying up memories. I can't help but notice how clear and brilliantly blue the sky is today, and I know it's because you're near me. I glance over at your sleeping form and smile. When you're gone, the sky always seems a shade darker.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me everything
You make me, me

I drop to my knees and crawl over to you, letting my fingers graze your stomach. You don't wake up, so I bring my lips to your ear and begin to sing softly. "Summer air reminds me of..."

Your eyes snap open and you jerk into a sitting position. I can see the lines of confusion forming on your forehead, then you remember where we are and relax. "Joely," you murmur, and you hug me.

God, I love you. Without you, I don't know who I am. When people ask me about myself, I constantly find myself talking about you instead of me. You make me everything I am today - you make me, me.

What blessings has the Lord stored up for me?
You are the answer to that mystery
I was lost and then I found you
You make my ocean, you make my sky blue

"Benji, you remember how we found each other?"

You nod and kiss my cheek. It's funny how I talk about finding you, when really you were right there all along. It took us so long to figure out how we really felt. "Of course I remember, Joely, I could never forget."

We'd been sitting on the beach, and I'd been crying. Crying because of fucking Tony. Again. It didn't seem to matter how many times he cheated on me, I'd always take him back. It was 'cause he was so much like you, but I didn't know that then. Except that I know now - I always knew - that you would never hurt me the way that Tony did. You were always there for me. It was there, on that beach, looking into your eyes, that I realized how lost I was. And it was there, on that beach, that I realized you only wanted to help me find my way.

I looked into your eyes, and I kissed you. I knew it was wrong, but I could tell you wanted it, too. I can read you like a freaking book. Before I knew it, we were stripping each other of our clothes and mumbling "I love you", rolling in the sand. I remember looking out into that ocean and thinking that it'd never looked so pretty. It'd never been so blue.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me everything
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me live
You make me die
You make me, me

Now everything I am is so wrapped up in you. We've always been close, always, and you've always been a part of me, but now it's like we share one soul, one spirit. Every time I laugh, every time I cry, every time I want to scream or sing, every time I feel like I can't go on, I remind myself that you're there. You're there to share everything, every emotion that courses through me, every experience that shapes my life, you're there. You make me, me.

You look down at me. "You put your pants on."

I chuckle as you stick out your tongue in concentration, trying to get my fly undone again. "I went to the window. Didn't want to share my body with the whole world."

"No, that would be bad. Mine."

You pull my pants off again and kiss my lips. You're the only one I can share my body with, because you make me who I am.

Height won't separate us from this love
Depth can't separate us from this love
Can't separate from this love

Now you're lying on top of me, looking down at me with your eyes that should be identical - but I know mine are missing that spark that yours have - except when you're around. When you're here, you share that little glimmer in your eye with me. Nothing can change the way we feel about each other now. Nothing could ever break us apart.

You lower your lips to mine and kiss me again, your tongue insisting that it gain entrance to my mouth. I allow it, and lying here naked with you, it seems our bodies melt together, and we are one.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me everything
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me live
You make me die

Your mouth stifles my moan as your finger enters me, and then another. I hold back my tears, and you pull away from me. "You okay?"

I simply nod, gritting my teeth, and you give me time to adjust. You care about me so much. You've always been there to pick me up every time I fall down. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," you whisper into my ear, "no lube."

This time my head shakes. "No. Do it. Please."

You press your forehead against mine and pull your fingers out, lining yourself up. "Okay then, you ready?"

I nod and steel myself, and you push slowly into me. I let out a scream, and you stop straight away. "Joel?"

I smile through the tears now cascading down my cheeks, and press my lips against yours. You're so caring, so sweet, so loving. It's no wonder you make me who I am.

These days so few seem to have faith
In the son of man and in his grace
I feel your breath upon my face
As you replace
My broken wings

When I signal that I'm ready, you push further into me, holding me close to you. I can feel your warm breath on my ear as you whisper to me. "So good, Joel... love you."

You slowly begin pumping in and out of me, pushing deeper with each thrust. I moan as you hit that spot inside of me, and I know I'm babbling into your ear, but I really don't know what I'm saying. With you inside me, I forget everything. None of my problems exist, not with you near me. You replaced my broken wings, and taught me how to fly again.

You make me smile
You make me sing
You make me scream
You make me everything
You make me, me
You make me, me

Your hand grips my erection as your thrusts become more erratic, and I can tell you're very close. That's fine, so am I. I hold you close to me, short fingernails digging into your back, and murmur into your ear before I come, "Benji, you make me, me."

As if this is a signal, we orgasm together, shuddering in pleasure and clinging to each other as if our lives depended on it. You ride it out as long as you can, and then pull out of me. You look down at me with adoring eyes - the ones that make me want to cry just looking at them - and kiss me once again.

"And you make me, me."