I love Ryland. I love feeling where his jawline rounds up to his ear and how sharp but soft it is. I love learning the way his chin curves into his lip. I love his eyebrows and the mystery of how many hairs comprise them. I love how his Cupid's bow shot me through the heart and will never allow me to let go of his perfect lips and his crazy soft skin. I love love love his curly hair and the way it lays and how it reveals a ton of hidden colors in the sun. I love his hands and the connection between us they always keep, even sleeping. I love the way he breathes, how his eyes scan differently based on his emotions, and how he always tries to be better for me. I love that he doesn't make excuses. I love his cute cheeks and somehow even cuter smile.
His smile.
His smile is like the lights have finally turned on in my brain and for a moment I can see. His smile is like every function in my body has no purpose but to freeze and focus the lens of my eyes on the one true importance, before speeding up again and making me at once feel attuned to the blood rushing through me and fact of my heart beating.
From his knuckles to his knees to his earlobes to every possible part of him that exists or could exist, I love him.
