I had never met anyone like him. It’s as if he walked out of my dreams and into reality. And before I know it I was falling. I was falling in love with everything about him, slowly at first, then all at once.
I fell in love with his name and color of his eyes. I fell in love with the way he rested his chin in the palm of his hands.
I fell for the way he nodded his head, smiled and laughed.
He has got the arms I want to be wrapped in. He has got the eyes I want to get lost in. He has got a smile I can never resist.
He has got the voice I want to listen for hours.
I want him…and only him.
He is gorgeous….but his looks never stood a chance compared to how breathtaking his soul is.
He is beautiful for the way he thinks. He is beautiful for the sparkle in his eyes when he talks about something he loves.
He is beautiful for his ability to make other people smile, even if he is sad.
No, he isn’t beautiful just for something as temporary as his looks.
He is beautiful deep down to his soul.
It is so easy for me to love him that it frightens me. I’ve never wanted anything so much as I want to hold him every waking minute…and every night while I sleep.
The question has ceased to be »How do I love you?« and has become »How would I ever stop?«,
I love him most when he talks about the things he is passionate about. That’s when his eyes light up, alive, dancing, and burning as if he sees the world that no one else has seen. And when he looks at me in the same way, that is when I feel loved the most.
I hope he knows that every time I tell him to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day or sleep that I’m really saying I love you. I love him so damn much that is starting to steal other words meanings.
I know it’s so easy to love someone when things are perfect and everything’s wonderful. But to love someone when things are difficult, when they’re not being perfect, when they’re messing up, flaws are seen, mistakes are made, I think that ‘s what really allows you to see how much love really is there.
Anyone can love someone who is doing and saying all the right things, being everything you want and need, when they’ve got it all together, when they have it all figured out…but to love someone at their lowest, to love someone despite how broken they feel, when they’re lost , when you are willing to stand by them no matter how challenging or difficult things may be…
I think that kind of love is lot more beautiful.
I think that kind of love is a lot more meaningful.
I love him in both times, when things are good and also when things are bad. I love every part of him….and I hope I’m helping him to be the best version of him possible.
We were not made to be loved in parts, we were meant to be loved as a whole.
It isn’t easy being so in love with him and not being able to see him every day. There are times wheb I would give anythingjust to be ableto gaze into his eyes or hold his hand, even for a few minutes. I always feel incomplete , like part of me is missing. Every day without him reminds me of the joy he adds to my life, joy that I’m missing.
I hope he doesn’t forget that I love him with all my heart, that I’m thinking of him every second and that I’m counting every minute until we’re together again.
And when it comes to me… I know I’m not easy to love.
I’m chronic over-thinker. I overreact more than I should…and every once in a while, I might be a little insecure.
But….when I love, when I’m in love….and I love him, someone somewhere.
I can promise him wholeheartedly that he will be loved with so much passion and intensity that he’ll forget what life felt like before I came along.
He will always be cared for and he will always have someone in his corner.
Maybe I’m not the best at being loved…but I like to think I’m pretty good at loving.
»Your flaws are perfect for the heart that’s meant to love you.«
Loving him is so easy….