Intoxicating. That's how I describe his love, i fell in love with him a long time ago but the truth is I am still falling, we're falling together. I am drowning in a sea of affection but I wouldn't change it for anything.
The way he holds me, encasing me in his arms the heat radiates from us as I lay my head on his chest his heart beating softly, it's comforting. Somehow he always knows how to break down my barriers although I don't always want to let him in, he waits. He's patient.
The subtle things he does although only small the meaning behind them is something else, the kisses he places in my hair or on my forehead. The way he holds my hand, our kisses sometimes strong and passionate others are light and soft, the meaning behind them still the same. The nights he sits there and holds me in his arms just because he knows I like it. They are the things that mean the most.
The romantic gestures from our candle lit dinners at the Bistro, and business lunches, to the flowers he brings me when he knows I've had a bad day at work or just because he knows that the fact he's gone and bought them for me will make me smile.
The hours he sits with me just talking or even when I don't want to talk he's still there. From the I love you's to the I'm here's. The subtle glances to the long meaningful looks that are full of desire, they both have the same effect. The way he opens his arms because he knows I just need a hug and all the time I just walk in to them.
From the flirtatious texts that say 'are we still on for tonight?' Or the ones that just say 'I love you'. The way he calls in to see me at work just to make sure I am okay. It's love.
I fell in love with him.
I am falling in love with him.
I am drowning in his love.
I am intoxicated by him.
It's intoxicating.
But I love him to.
