With a crooked grin, his quirky taste, and a boyish sense
of humor, he never goes back on his word. He will always be
that enigmatic. He will always be himself. He always tries
to prove to me my worth because he's lucky enough to know
his own. Mainly, he will always be the one man that I
appreciate. I never thought that I would be captured by
someone that is just, that is just so—
I remember the day I walked up to ask him if I was in the
right place. He smiled with that youthful grin that we all
had when we were tiny and hopeful. I hate to admit but it's
kind of amazing. Somehow he kept that childish smirk while
every other guy I've come across only has, held fast on
their faces, a look that fades into a permanently cynical
and pensive glare. The rest are just humorless.
With every word he spoke to me that day, he giggled
slightly as if to hold in an inappropriate burst of
laughter in. He reassured me that I was where I was trying
to go and welcomed me right in like the entire time I was
made to enjoy his dynamic company. He's always upbeat like
that and it kind of rubs off on you. Each moment spent with
him is like an intricately wrapped gift; the anticipation
kills you a little but every layer you find yourself
peeling back is a reward that gets you closer to the pure
joy of knowing what's underneath. When you see it, you know
that it was meant for you and completely trust that you
were supposed to fall in love with it.
It's just crazy because with his kisses that taste warm and
when he holds me close I feel more aware. It's so surreal
that I start to feel something pushing out from behind my
ribcage like I'll explode, but it doesn't. I just feel so
deeply for him it's hard for my heart to hold just one
feeling when we....
To be continued...