There are those things about a person, you just can't fit into words. That can hardly squeeze into thought. That are more feeling. Sometimes it's the way they fill the room. Not for anyone else, but you. You are the lone spectator of this universe. So there are no witnesses. No one to believe that they are anything more than you say. Not even them. Without you, they'd never know. It's not the fact that they are special. It's in the taste their special fills your mouth with. In what it helps you discover. About them.
How you might never get rid of the stain that person leaves. How you might never want to. How it defined a part of you. How it always will.