Thoughts that won’t go away There’s this man whom I’ve let into my life. At first, he stunned me by how interesting his life has been thus far, but then by how his mind works. I didn’t notice for the longest time that I was memorizing everything about him. His sense of style, the way he talks, how he holds his hands when he speaks, his ticks, his opinions, all the fun facts about him. He became an extension of my personal self, and over time, he accepted me as his own extension. We are one now. We both live very different lives, but together we represent a love that has sprouted and blossomed into a perfect harmony.
However, I have so many things I want to tell him. Like when he is concentrating on a video or book, my heart melts. The roundness of his broad shoulders causes my blood to race. When he dresses up to go out, my lungs stop working and my mind goes blank. I walk behind him at times to make sure he doesn’t disappear, because I think I’m dreaming. The mornings I leave for work before him, his snoring comforts me more than anything he could say in those moments. At night while we sleep, the small circles he traces across my skin send goosebumps of pleasure through my sensations. The way his eyes light up when something sparks his passion sends a fit of giggles throughout my body. The way he walks, his voice, the way he smells in the morning as sun pours onto us from the window. It’s all so intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I don’t want to get my fill, because then I might grow tired of him, and how could I ever grow bored of the person who has captivated so much of my attention, of my heart?
I hope some day he finds this, but even if he doesn’t that’s ok too. I’ll live everyday as if it’s the first day I knew I loved him. Hopefully that will be enough to keep him close to me, even for a little while.
Thoughts that won’t go away
There’s this man whom I’ve let into my life. At first, he stunned me by how interesting his life has been thus far, but then by how his mind works. I didn’t notice for the longest time that I was memorizing everything about him. His sense of style, the way he talks, how he holds his hands when he speaks, his ticks, his opinions, all the fun facts about him. He became an extension of my personal self, and over time, he accepted me as his own extension. We are one now. We both live very different lives, but together we represent a love that has sprouted and blossomed into a perfect harmony.
However, I have so many things I want to tell him. Like when he is concentrating on a video or book, my heart melts. The roundness of his broad shoulders causes my blood to race. When he dresses up to go out, my lungs stop working and my mind goes blank. I walk behind him at times to make sure he doesn’t disappear, because I think I’m dreaming. The mornings I leave for work before him, his snoring comforts me more than anything he could say in those moments. At night while we sleep, the small circles he traces across my skin send goosebumps of pleasure through my sensations. The way his eyes light up when something sparks his passion sends a fit of giggles throughout my body. The way he walks, his voice, the way he smells in the morning as sun pours onto us from the window. It’s all so intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I don’t want to get my fill, because then I might grow tired of him, and how could I ever grow bored of the person who has captivated so much of my attention, of my heart?
I hope some day he finds this, but even if he doesn’t that’s ok too. I’ll live everyday as if it’s the first day I knew I loved him. Hopefully that will be enough to keep him close to me, even for a little while.
