His Heart-REWRITTEN

Breathing shakily, I watch his eyes travel across all my features. His slightly rough hand raises to caress my cheek and the thumping of my heart becomes deafening.

"What do you love?" a whisper, into the starry night.

His brilliant eyes stop to gaze right through mine and his raspy voice echos over the beating in my ears.
"I love little things, funny things, crazy things...
What I love about them most, is that I do them with you."

And then I fell.