I think what happens is when one meets the person that fits with them perfectly, they lose interest in others.

Sure, intercourse with another may be fun but it'll never be like it was with that person. 

Sure, you could laugh and joke with other people, but they wouldn't get and wouldn't care about the whole sexy chicken thing.

Yeah, someone else could kiss you but they'd never give you butterflies like he did when he'd randomly kiss you.

And yeah. I guess I could find someone else if I wanted to. Have a relationship and be intimate, but it wouldn't be anything like being with Patrick. 

His presence like a flower realizing the sunlight. It unfolds and sways in the beams of light.

No one can escape the beauty of his warmth. So comfortable with himself that all others feel comfortable around him.

Kind, honest.

Silly with wisdom far beyond his years.

I guess I really like him, huh?