Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
June 22 2016
You are wonderful, joyous, and euphoria itself.
You are funny, endearing, and sweeter than anything.
You are a catalyst for smiles that stretch my lips to pain.
Your hands change in tightness whenever you hold mine, and when I feel your grasp become tighter, a bulb of joy goes off and resonates in warmth in my cheeks.
Your eyes always try to tenderly take mine. The look of disappointment in yours when I look away bothers me all too much, but I try my best to keep our eyes aligned.
You treat me better than I think I deserve and I want to make up for all the levels you are ahead of me.
I want to make you feel loved, as loved as how I feel.
