You're perfect.
You turn in your sleep. You don't know it, but I'm watching you; admiring the perfection radiating from your body like heat from the sun. In fact, you are the sun in my life. I know that sounds so cliché, but it's the truth. You're the reason I live each day; I anticipate the moments we will share together when you aren't nearby. And I wonder, how is it that someone this perfect would ever choose me to bestow his love upon? Maybe I will never know the answer to that question. Maybe it's better if I do not know. Just looking at you makes my heart want to jump out of my chest and into yours, so that they can be together in perfect unification. Our souls already are.
I reach out a finger to brush aside a lock of your sandy blonde hair. You stir. Your eyes flutter open.
"Draco," you murmur sleepily, "is anything wrong?"
"No love, nothing's wrong. Go back to sleep."
You turn and the rhythm of your soft breathing is restored.
Yes. Perfect.
You turn in your sleep. You don't know it, but I'm watching you; admiring the perfection radiating from your body like heat from the sun. In fact, you are the sun in my life. I know that sounds so cliché, but it's the truth. You're the reason I live each day; I anticipate the moments we will share together when you aren't nearby. And I wonder, how is it that someone this perfect would ever choose me to bestow his love upon? Maybe I will never know the answer to that question. Maybe it's better if I do not know. Just looking at you makes my heart want to jump out of my chest and into yours, so that they can be together in perfect unification. Our souls already are.
I reach out a finger to brush aside a lock of your sandy blonde hair. You stir. Your eyes flutter open.
"Draco," you murmur sleepily, "is anything wrong?"
"No love, nothing's wrong. Go back to sleep."
You turn and the rhythm of your soft breathing is restored.
Yes. Perfect.