"Get down on your knees",
I said, and he obeyed.
I run my fingers through the soft curls of his hair, the routine I got him has been working really well... for me.
I step in towards him and pull the bag from around my shoulders. I pull out a two small zip bags and pour the contents out from the bag into his head. Showered with rose petals, I know he's blushing and smiling sheepishly. I pull out the other bag full of daisies and start decorating his hair with them. 8 to be precise, because he makes me feel whole and infinite- similar to what the number 8 looks like sleeping.
I kneel down and softly pull his chin up, giving him a kiss. Knowing a man built so fine, so much stronger than me on his knees, allowing me to put flowers on his head, and truly enjoying all of this- I think I've been blessed. But this isn't even all, just a small fraction of how safe and calm I feel around him. I could see a soft blush covering his cheeks, his lips very slightly apart, smiling, and his eyes dripping with love. I love how even when he smiles just a little, the wrinkles around his eyes are quick to show. I've never met or felt a love so divine. I place my hands around his shoulders, pull myself in to a kiss, allowing him to pull me in completely, as he slides his one hand under my knees and another holding my back firmly. As he gets up he pick me up and gently places me on the bed. He places his hands next to my sides and shakes his head off so the petals fall on me, taking one daisy and placing it behind my ear.
I think I love him. I love him. I truly do.
