I love his smiles. They are infectious. The way his eyes crinkle and light up. They differ, depending on what sparked them. There is one. A special one. Reserved for me. It comes out once in a blue moon. I can see the love in his eyes. I’d jump through hoops to see that smile.
I love his touch. The sweet contradiction of soft and rough. Even an accidental brush sends shivers down my spine. Our chemistry is undeniable. Palpable.
I love that he is real. A challenge. He doesn’t take me as I am. He pushes me to be better.
I love that we are different. He exhilarates and infuriates me. We disagree on many things. We see the world from drastically different viewpoints. But I see him above all else.
I feel him in every bone in my body. In sleep, I reach for him during nights we are apart. Its not the excitement, the butterflies, the lust that comes at the beginning. Its a deep fire. One that can simultaneously stir and calm my heart.
He is the last piece of my puzzle. Without that piece, you could still see the picture, but it would never feel complete.
- Submitted by dandelionwines
