I love when men have large hands that fully encase my own. I love the goofy grins they get when they’re proud and embarrassed at the same time. The shy smiles that fill my stomach with butterflies. I love tall men, how their bodies wrap around me and I feel safe and warm. I love short men who are just my size because I too, am short. I love thin men. They look like they could break so easily, but they’re spitfires instead. I love chunky men, especially when they have a belly. They’re so soft and comfortable and warm. I love men with long hair that effortlessly falls just right and the way it blows in the breeze. I love men with short hair whose beautiful faces aren’t hidden from the world to see. I love confident men who aren’t afraid to say what they think. I love shy men who smile at every compliment. How I wish words could make them see how beautiful they really are. I just. Love. Men.
