"Happy Valentine's Day." I whisper tiredly, as your eyes flicker open.
Exhaustion flows out of me like a waterfall as soon as your forest-green eyes train on mine. Perhaps, in another universe, your eyes are real forests. I wouldn't be surprised if another boy gets lost in them and wanders off into this world.
Even though you just woke up, you still look as beautiful as you did the day I met you.
Your arm drapes over my shoulder, filling me with nothing other than love and warmth. I nuzzle my head further into the small nook in your neck.
"What do you want to do today?" You ask, sending a cool shiver down my spine. Or maybe it's the fact that your hand now settles on my waist. There's nothing between our skin.
I wish I could tell you that I want to stay in bed all day, just the two of us. I know we'll have to go outside one day, but if you're with me, maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to make it through the day.
I shake my head, and you seem to understand exactly what I'm saying. That's why I love you the way I do.
Even when I share something as simple as a conversation with you, you always manage to put a spring in my step. In return, I give you a little more of my heart as yours to keep.
One day, I won't have any more of my heart to give. But I won't mind at all.
Because, if anyone deserves to steal my heart away, it's you. It'll always be you.
Do I love you? Certainly. More than you'll ever know.
"I love you." I say quietly, as if I don't say it enough. I hope I do.
I'm too busy falling further in love with the beauty of your growing smile to hear you say those three words back. But I know you do.
Eventually, we find ourselves out of bed and in the café, the one where we first met. Where I first felt my heart lose a little part of itself.
We're standing in front of the counter, choosing our orders. But we don't really need to choose, because like many other people, we both hate the idea of change. I order your flat white for you, and you order my espresso for me. Purely because we're just that kind of cliché couple.
We head straight for our table. Since we met, we've been to the café almost every single day. But we go for more than just the coffee.
As we take long sips from our cups, we converse about nothing other than us, on this day of love.
I find myself wondering again.
How is it that someone as plain as me ended up with someone as flawless as you?
Much like the story of Cinderella. She was nothing in the world, but in the prince's eyes, she was everything. He saw the endless beauty in her when nobody else did.
Maybe that's what it's like with us. Maybe you're my prince.
And even though I still learn something new about you everyday, I can't help but feel as if I've already gotten my happily ever after.
