What you do to me. There are these moments when I look into your eyes and I see the whole world before me. When you say my name, I feel a tingle down my spine. When you anticipate my next thought, I swear I fall in lust. Whenever you make time for me, I’m humbled. We could be anywhere else with anyone else, but we chose this moment. We chose each other for this brief moment. I see your smile, I melt. I want to be close to you. I want to hold your face in my hands while I kiss you ever so softly on your beautiful lips. I breathe you in and hope to get lost in your embrace. Being close to you feels like a scene in a cheesy movie. We could make a great movie.

Your eyes, your beautiful eyes. You don’t just look at me, you see me. You see my beauty and my flaws. You see my strengths and my fears. You see into me, places I can usually hide from everyone. You are not everyone. I’m in awe of you. Your beautiful mind, your beautiful heart, your beautiful soul.

At least once a day I say I hate people. This is the rare occasion where the presence or absence of “all” matters. I don’t hate all people. I adore people who are kind just because. I admire people who do things just because it’s the right thing to do. I appreciate people who are honest and candid. I love people who are unapologetically themselves. You are all those things and sooooo much more. You aren’t the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or a treasure at the bottom of the sea. You are the rainbow or the deep dive to the ship. Our relationship, our connection, our journey is the gift. It’s the magic. I don’t want you. I crave you. I desire you. I ache for you. You feel just like…