I am not impressed by beauty anymore. It is not difficult or extraordinary to turn someone on. However, if you have the ability to inspire me, if you have the ability to stimulate my mind and stir my thoughts, well that makes you magic. See, I don't care for your looks. They don't attract me nearly as much as your voice does when you're teaching me something I don't know. When you speak with passion and conviction, when your eyes light up at the opportunity to enliven me with with words, with art, with depth. I am attracted to you most when your pen is hanging out of your mouth, when you're trying to free the world inside your head. When you're rubbing the sleep from your eyes, moved by the shades of your dreams, by the color of your midnight thoughts. I am most attracted to your fire, I am drawn to your flame. No, I don't care for your looks. I care for your energy, for the conversations we have when we are both electrified by the opinion and passion and inspiration. I care for the days I get to watch you do what you love, when I get to watch you empty out every ounce of your heart into something that means the world to you. I care for the moments of quiet that dance between us, the seconds between breaths when we are both laying in bed, aware of just how incredible it is to care for someone who wants you to be a better person. To put it lightly, I am attracted to you because I'm in awe of you. I respect you. You challenge me, you make me think. And I absolutely love that.
