Just something little and quick :)
He is my person. He is sleepy kisses at bedtime and even sleepier kisses in the morning. He is kisses for breakfast and kisses after dinner. He is my lunchtime sex and my night time cuddles. He is my break at work and my skiving at work and he takes over my work, he is coffee breaks and shop runs and secret 11am meetings and 3pm meetings and he is home time. He is meeting me from work, he is my hand to hold. He is my laughter and my smile and my shameless flirting.
He is my morning coffee before I can speak and my evening red wine when I need to relax. He is my date night, he is my film night, he is my every night. He is my chips on the street, he is my 5* restaurant. He is all day in bed, he is long drives to distant places for adventures I pretend I do not want but he knows I crave.
He is my secret thoughts, my deepest desires. He is my pain, he is my biggest joy. He is my deep talks and he is my silent no talking. He is my fears and my excitement, he is my shattered past and my possible future. He is me not giving up and he is not giving up on me. He is everything I was looking for and nothing that I was looking for. He is there at the time I need him and the time I don't. He is there when I want him and he is there when I don't.
He is my 1pm strops and my 3am giggles. He is my classy lingerie, he is my slouchy tracksuit and hair in a bun. He is my weakness, he is my strength.
He is morning runs before work, he is long soaks in a bubble bath. He is breakfast in bed and breakfast at the table and breakfast in the cafe. He is sleeping at his or sleeping at mine or sleeping anywhere as long as it's together. He is rushed kisses and soft kisses and new and old and soft and rough.
He is glances across the Bistro while he works, he is endless supplies of free dessert. He is sneaky texts and dirty texts and loving texts.
He is love, he is love, he is love.
He is a mystery, he is an open book. He is broken, he is whole. He is mine, he is no one's. He is a dysfunctional family, he is a loving son. He is breakable, he is solid.
He is him.
He is late night arguments and mid morning make ups. He is his white shirt I drape over me, he is warm arms around my waist. He is kisses to my neck, kisses to my nose, kisses to my head. He is, "Are you okay?" He is, "You don't need to worry", he is "I'll take my chances."
He is I love you in a thousand ways, "Have you eaten?", "Here's my coat", "mind that car." He is safe, he is adult.
He is sunrises, he is sunsets, he is naps and lazy mornings and 6am starts and afternoons of paperwork.
He is warmth and safety, he is protection and shelter. He is dependence and addiction. He is the future.
He is just a person but;
He is my person.