Did I Mention...
Did I mention that I love you?
Probably not...I think it so often, but I'm afraid to speak for fear I'll say the wrong thing and spoil it all...
Sorry, I'm still trying to figure out your little quirks and perks, but it's all so overwhelming and my little shell is looking much more inviting than the world outside of it.
But then I see you and I forget that I ever cared about anything else; I'm so caught up in your features, in your beautiful face. How is this reality? You're so perfect- this must be a dream!
And yet I've pinched myself so many times I've lost count, and you're still here by my side. I'd thank my lucky stars but I never thought I had any before this moment, even though I stargaze more often than I'd care to admit.
Did I mention that I love your eyes? 'Cause they are so pretty, all golden and green; I've never seen anything quite so lovely, not even in my dreams. But I didn't used to be much of a dreamer, sad as it sounds; but sleeping is hard enough to do, perhaps my mind was just too exhausted...
But you fill me with this new energy, especially when you smile; am I to blame for that glorious sight? I hope that I am, though I can't say for sure; I'm too lost in your touch.
You're holding my hand and I feel a rush of happiness filling me- ah! It's too much!
But please don't stop; it's really quite nice, and I'm afraid when you leave I'll be worse off than I was before.
Did I mention that I love the touch of your skin? I'm addicted to your warmth against me, whether it's a hug that lasts a thousand years or you absentmindedly drawing shapes on my skin. I love the rush it gives me; it makes me feel as though I could do anything and everything the world has to offer.
And I love when we cuddle. I love feeling the movement of your lungs and hearing the beating of your heart, in tune with mine. I could almost swear yours is what's making mine beat so steadily; no blanket or teddy can compete with the feeling of safety and contentment I get when I'm with you. Why must we part ways so often?
Did I mention I love the taste of your lips against mine? Because nothing has ever tasted so sweet; like sunshine and peaches. And your skin, like a soft summer rain. Only much more pleasant than the real thing, I’ve come to find.
Oops, too much? Sorry, I just can’t help it.
And I can’t stop staring, although I know it isn’t the most polite thing to do. But I feel like it’s even more impolite not to acknowledge such a handsome work of art…sorry, I guess I got carried away again…
...did I mention that I love you?
Yeah...I said it...I love you!
I am so lucky; words can't even describe it...
Just...thought I'd let you know...
