Hazel Eyes

Hazel eyes, that was my favorite term of endearment he settled on for me. Reserved specifically for me, by him and presented to no other previously or from this day forward.

Kind to every person he came into contact with. Treated me with respect, and while with me acted as though I was the only woman in existence. Gentle with the words he spoke, and attentive to the things I needed. Clear about the physical urges he craved, yet never pressed. Feeling uncomfortable in his presence never a concern. A calm demeanor and patience I was unfamiliar with.

Proud to be there with me, showing me off. Displaying affection in the presence of others was never given a second thought. Shame when it came to anything regarding my body typically, but with him I felt safe. Eating, wearing a dress, genuinely laughingly came easy with him.

Without fail fascinated by me and me alone. Questioning rather or not I was the one he wanted to be there with never crossed my mind. He saw me, really saw me. Fear of any competition ceased to exist. A beautiful woman could pass by and his eyes wouldn't budge. Physical attraction evident however the immediate connection between us was rare. Drawn to him from the beginning when I first laid eyes on him. A yellow flower more significant than he ever realized. 29 years old and he was the only man to bring me flowers. I will cherish every moment with him.

Every word.
Every smile.
Every touch.
Every tear.
Every kiss.
Every look.
Every laugh.
Every scent.
Every breath.