You are the air.

"So he's pretty confused. He basically just threw away most of his teenage years. When it turned around to look back at him, with blue glaring eyes that begged for another chance he saw right through them. He felt sick to his stomach, it took him years to realize that now he spent so much time on nothing. He spent his years with a human that has the traits of the air. It went where ever it was forced, it had no definite shape or form, it had nothing to offer but a touch you could only truely feel with bare skin. A feel that you can avoid, a feel that you have control over at most times, where you sometimes long for it, or where you sometimes dread it, a feeling that will never pierce you. The effect it will cause will stay too busy being on the surface, no matter how much you try to let it in, it will escape you. You may think it will always be there, but one day you will lose it and feel the same touch from a different gust of wind. A different era, a different time, a different period in your life where you will run into the open and know that it will find you, and that you feel is in your position. It will come full circle in the most minimal and unsatisfying way possible, It will never leave you, but it will bring you nothing, it'll leave you nothing, in the end you'll realize that it is and was all nothing."