everything about him enraptures me.
from the way he looks at me
to the way his fingers lightly graze my skin when he tells me he loves me—
everything he does glues all of my broken parts back together.
he's so beautiful;
his stormy blue eyes and his troubled mind,
his hands and his arms (especially when they're wrapped around me)—
his beautiful body acts
as the perfect packaging for his lovely soul.
I want nothing more than for every inch of his body to become very familiar with the feeling of my lips gently pressed against it,
besides the feeling of his lips pressed gently against mine.
I had never imagined love could be like this.
I thought love was painful, agonising and toxic—
I thought all love was good for was a sense of fulfilment. a
nd maybe that was true for some love, but not for this love.
this love is ethereal— the closest to heaven I've ever felt.
loving him is a long midnight drive to nowhere but anywhere.
loving him is tangled sheets and teeth marks on the pillow.
loving him is soft kisses and tender words.
loving him is beginning to love your own flaws, because he never forgets to tell you how much he does.
loving him is never going to sleep without a smile dancing on your lips.
loving him is running your fingers through his hair as he speaks about his father to calm him down.
loving him is listening to his random unrelated thoughts, because his mind never shuts off.
loving him is a constantly changing plan, with only happiness as the main goal.
loving him is knowing your goal will be achieved as long as he stays.
loving him is reassuring him you'll never leave.
loving him is being reassured that he'll never leave.
loving him is trusting that he'll keep his word.
and lastly,
loving him
Is the best decision
I've ever made.
