He's the light at the end of the tunnel. My diary. My shoulder to cry on. I love him so much. Without him my life is meaningless. I haven't seen him in 53 days and it's killing me. Everything about him is so perfect. His deep, brown eyes that make you wanna melt. His soft touch that sends sparks through my body. His masculine voice that rattles my heart. His long, curly, black hair that I wish I could run my fingers through. His straight jawline that could break diamond. I love the way he twists on his heels when he talks. I love the way one curl always falls in his eye. I love the way his hands move in sync with his legs. I love the way he pushes his glasses against his nose. I love the way he rubs his chin while he thinks. I love the way he looks at the ceiling to process before answering. I love the way he rubs the back of his head when he's frustrated. I love the way he looks into my eyes. I love the way he breathes quietly but fiercely. I love the way he is my everything. I need him. I want him. I'll hold him when he's breaking. I'll kiss him when he's excited. I'll just be there. Be there, the way he's always there for me. I can't imagine it any other way. Except, me and him. Together and happy. That's the way it's meant to be.
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