Unjustified love

I met a boy
He taught me how to find happiness in countless little moments and to never give up on making new ones.
How?
Things spread; like glue on the coloured pages of my scrapbook or chocolate butter on my morning bread, like the radiation from near and perfect black bodies or bouts of laughter initiated by a tickle on the underside of my feet.
He gives me a reason to smile and makes me believe that i can spread'em like herpes. Even though i know my darkness might just strike anytime but still something keeps me holding on to nothing.
Nothing. A word that scares me but he. He is like that beauteous flower, painted in the brightest hues of red and I? I am like a tiny butterfly, to whom he lents his energy and warmth.
I don't want to lose him but i guess he might leave my heart one day and thats what i am afraid of.
And. And the fact that there are so many butterflies around, just like me. Lost in the search to find nectars from the perfect flower drives my smile out of my vow in just seconds.
But still, then there's him.
Standing there smiling.
Standing there hiding.
I know that affectionate bonds are dangerous. I know it's rugged roots creeps down into us, but i want to anchor him deep inside my emotionally vulnerable consciousness because maybe. Just maybe, he is the change I've been looking for.