• I love you.

    by  • September 28, 2010 • Gratitude, Love - Pure and Simple, Yearning for You • 0 Comments

    I love everything about you.

    I love your eyes, the way they light up when you see me, the way they can see exactly what I’m thinking without saying a word, the way they can be so piercing yet soft and sweet.

    I love your smile; your pearly-white straight teeth peeking through your lips, the way your mouth curls uniquely into your smile when you see me, the way your smile can have so many different meanings behind it.

    I love your hair, even though it’s so short right now, I still love it. I don’t care about your receding hair line, it’s one of the things that makes you, you. When it’s longer, I can feel how soft it is. I love running my fingers through it, or over it when it’s really short.

    I even love your eyebrows. That sounds odd, and everyone jokes about them, but they’re one of your identifying features. Part of what makes you unique. They’re much less noticeable when your hair is longer. You know how to make the perfect face to make your eyebrows look hilarious.

    Your face as a whole is so handsome.

    I love your body. I love that you’re built smaller than average males just as I’m built smaller than most girls. I love your chest; it has definition and is nicely toned but isn’t ripped. Your arms are the same, and I love feeling how much stronger than me you are when you hug me or pick me up.

    Your hugs are the greatest thing a person could ask for, so strong and firm, yet so gentle. I always feel so warm, safe, and invincible when your arms are wrapped around me, listening to your heart beat as my head lay against your chest.

    Your kisses set me on fire. Whether it be a small peck on the lips, a slow sweet kiss, or a deep passionate one, they drive me insane. Your lips are somehow always so soft despite your hatred for Chap Stick of any kind.

    Your hands are always warm to the touch; they provide a firm yet gentle grip to my hand as our fingers lace, fitting so perfectly as if they were made for each other.
    When we make love, the walls fall away and we enter our own little world where we can’t be bothered. We experience a bond only we have; it brings us closer together, closer than I ever thought possible.

    I love how you don’t even have to try to make me laugh. Every little thing you do amuses me.

    I love how you always know exactly what to say when I need it, how you always know how to cheer me up, how you always make me feel better about myself and see my positives rather than my negatives, how you managed to put up with all my drama and stick with me.

    I love how despite our different stages in life and how difficult it is to connect and fully understand what each other’s going through, you still make an attempt—even if you really couldn’t care less.

    I love how I have to remind myself that you aren’t a dream, that you are actually real.

    I love the way you walk, I could recognize it anywhere.

    I love how I have to stand on my tip-toes to kiss you.

    I love watching you sleep, how peaceful and absolutely cute you look. It makes me want to hug you as tight as I can and cover you in kisses, but then I’d wake you up.

    I love how warm you always are, how I’m instantly warm whenever we hug.

    I love how you’ve managed to engrave yourself into my mind so that everything I see or hear reminds me of you.

    I love how I feel happier and luckier than any other girl in the world when I’m with you.

    I love how there is no high that could compare to the feeling that I get when I’m with you.

    I love how I still get butterflies in my stomach when I know I’ll get to see you, just like I did on our first date.

    I love everything about you.

    And yet, when you’re gone, I get no butterflies. I get no warm, safe, and invincible hugs.

    I get no kisses. I don’t get that high-feeling. I don’t laugh as much. I’m not as happy.

    I feel like a big part of me is missing when you are. It feels like there’s a heavy black blanket draped over me, causing me to move sluggishly and makes it harder to get through the day. Sometimes when it’s at its worst, I feel like an empty shell of myself.

    I don’t honestly know what I would do without you in my life.

    You are my life; you really do complete me.

    I can’t put into words just how much I love you, I can only tell you that I do and why.

    So this names off a lot—but not all.

    I love you, Gus.

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