I look into his eyes and wonder if he knows.
After all this time, I still enjoy when he does his little laugh.
I still love to hear his I loves you, and I love to say them back.
I love his jokes and goofy tickle attacks.
The way he squeezes my hand right back.
The way his soft kisses give my heart a pull and cause butterflies to flutter around all over.
The hugs that make me feel so safe and content, pressed against his chest.
That one look that he gives me when he thinks I can't see.
The way he does his best to stay calm, so that I don't see him freak out.
His voice in the car as his sings the most perfect lullabies.
The way he says my name and how he calls me more than just babe.
The way he reminds me that I'm beautiful, even when he knows I don't believe it.
How we stay awake all night, simply taking on the phone.
When we first met, two long years ago, I felt lost, all on my own.
Right now, we are just beginning our journey,
No longer lost, but exploring.
Right now, we're just two kids in love.
But soon, we'll be adults.
We will have that small apartment and be together no matter the circumstance.
Moving on, to starting college.
Then never having to worry about home, because I know who will be home waiting.
