your voice reminds me of how whiskey tastes. its bold and fiery, and burns a little; yet smooth enough to take all the stress out of my body with one taste.
i love you.
i love you and i truly mean it. i know i love you because when i think of you i no longer feel scared. i am no longer pressured to please you and i am comfortable in my skin. the skin that you trace with your fingertips late at night when we are both wrapped up in each other, holding onto our last fragile threads of consciousness. your eyes are half open and glazed over, peering over at me, as if i am a statue made of marble and you are my only weary admirer. you are at your most vulnerable and your most pure.
you are the love of my life.
unfortunately i wish that's how it was. our circumstances prevent us from laying together but it's okay. it makes me more appreciative of the time we will soon share together. i close my eyes and i see you. i see you next to me and i can almost feel your arms around me, tight but not too tight. i am yours and we are together, laying in the still on the moonlight. my head rests on your chest, and i listen to the rhythmical pattern that is your heartbeat.
you are mine and that's all that matters
within your eyes there is a fire. it burns passionately and constantly. it feeds your soul and pulsates through your veins. that fire is who you are. that fire is who i crave.
you are the person i see with me when i look ten years into the future. i want you for the long run. i can be myself around you and not feel judged. you appreciate my weird jokes and my silly antics. you always support me with whatever i want to do, no matter what. i love that about you. we can be silly and we can be serious. you swear to always protect me and i truly believe you will. when i am sad you are there to hold me and comfort me and kick whoever's ass made me cry. you're my safe place babe. you always will be.
i love you
