I woke up with a stiff face, but smile to myself as i look to my left and see this boy laying next to me, the one with messy, fluffy black hair and a beautiful face unlike any other, it was a special guy, my special guy. It's been a few weeks since we moved in together, but it still feels like new, opening my eyes and my first action being putting a gentle kiss on my bear, of course, this never woke him up unless i wanted it to, in which case I'd kiss all over, from his hands to his neck and anywhere else, until he woke up, and when that would happen I'd kiss his nose and sit back up, smiling at the sleepy, adorable boy. Most days he'd reach his arms up to me with crinkled eyes and pull me into his arms again, which i loved. I loved his warm touch and the way it didn't annoy him how often we were snuggled up, and i loved the way his soft hands slid all the way up my stomach, and stopped to rest just below my chest. And i loved how after that, we'd pull the blanket off of the bed with it wrapped around our shoulders and walked to the living area together, just to sit on the couch and snuggle up even more, watching Supernatural as my finger lightly moved in swirls on his back or arm, as my head was tucked under his. It's a warm and safe feeling you can't shake off, and how he'd go to make coffee and I'd pull him back to me, wrapping my legs around his waist to where he was sitting again "don't get up yet, I'll get cold", I'd say and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and chest to where he was trapped. He'd smile then kissed me gently, staying close for a few more minutes. I cannot express the feelings or the thoughts i have well enough, but what i can express is that i will never share love with another, that's as beautiful as this one. Thank you, my amazing boy. Thank you, my Elliott.
