Empty Spaces

I sit here with these thoughts of you.
Where can I keep all of them?
It'd be a shame to forget them.
I have empty spaces taking up root, in my heart.
These spaces, are where the memories of you will stay.
Offers of wealth untold from others.
But, what is wealth, without happiness.
Wouldn't it make more sense to be rich in life..?
With the ones that you love most.
I don't need the material things, you are trying to give me.
I can get what I need on my own.
Dazzling me with words; that, don't really impress.
Forced banter which is no match for his.
Your quick wittedness is not comparable with his, either.
His thoughts are like gold.
And, when his words touch,
You feel something indescribable inside.
How can you explain the ways you fall in love with another?
You do, or you don't.
It's as simple as that.
And, a clouded mist shelters you from the rest.
You are everywhere, all over.
But, you are nowhere in particular.
Just curious...
Why do you do that?