When I think of him, I think of him in iridescent colors on a black and white background. He lives in Technicolor dreams of silken kisses and feather touches. He exists in a place called ‘My heart’; and he takes up a wondrous amount of space. Words that escape his lips can send shivers down my spine and turn the caterpillars resting in my stomach into butterflies. His gravitational pull can carry me over into his arms whilst brushing the weight off my shoulders. He provides for me; a little world in which I can rest and not fret about letting someone else hold my heart. He lets me fall asleep under his wing and assures that I would smile in my sleep as the constellations above us shift and change. Oh, and the sparkles I see while swimming through thoughts of longing and hope-
I should have realized,
The word magic always paled next to you.
