Jan 17, 2018
It was never the way he looked. I could have fallen in love with my eyes closed. It was never his touch. I was his without ever feeling his hands. I love him for him. For who he is. What he feels. How he acts. What’s inside. His soul speaks to mine on a level I’ve never felt. His heart beats and I feel it in my chest. But I’m lucky cause when I look at him. I do fall deeper. His eyes. They are magical. His eyes can bring me from the depths of Hell in my own mind back to a smile. His smile can chase away the storm building in my heart. Threatening to overtake me. His words. They can take my breathe away or give it back. Depending what I need at the time. He may not be perfect. But he’s perfect to me.
