Favorite

“I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next sixty years of my life.”

But I realized it’s not your lips that are my favorite part. It’s your eyes. Your eyes that look upon me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.

It’s your eyes that speak to me when there are no words. It’s your eyes that sends a message through when you’re too drunk and gibberish to enunciate how you appreciate me taking care of you. It’s your eyes that sparkle when we’re wandering off in places together, both new and old. It’s your eyes that convey how amazed you are with God’s marvelous works, even if you don’t believe in a supreme being.

It’s your eyes that express jealousy even if you say you’re not. I treasure precious conversations with you in person because I can’t help but swoon over your eyes which see nothing but the beauty in me. I giggle like a little girl who won her crush over with they way you look at me. I swear your eyes are the most protective when you look out for me.

And when our eyes meet, it brings me to a new sense of self, a new dimension. It manifests our future together within my grasp.