Life for me has gotten four times better in the last few weeks. If you don't believe the changes, well, too bad for you, because I can feel them. I know there is a smile on my face almost twenty-four hours a day, and I know that butterflies overtake my stomach whenever I see him.
When his deep emerald eyes look at me with such compassion, I nearly melt. I dig into myself, trying to stay sane, because this man has me swooning. I sigh at least fifty times a day because he is in my thoughts, and I have yet to discover how to control my body around him.
His touch gives me shivers, of the good kind, and all I really want to do is grab his hand, take it into mine, and intertwine our fingers, just to see how it feels. I am almost certain I would feint over this type of contact though.
His voice is like heaven, and I want to engulf myself in it, but I know if I let myself I may never come back. I could replay his words over and over in my head after I can no longer see him in person.
He is the sweetest person I have ever met. He wants to know about me, and I love that, because I also want to know everything about him. For his life to knit itself into mine.
When he hugs me I meld into him, and I feel my heart pounding against my chest. We breathe in sync and I close my eyes, breathing in his natural scent.
When I see his name on my phone, I smile like a maniac. I love that I have to guess what he's going to say next, and that he can keep a conversation going. Even when he can't, our silences are comfortable.
I enjoy spending time with him. He makes me laugh and gives me butterflies. When I sit next to him at lunch I don't want it to end. He sees qualities that I don't see in myself.
And that is why I think he's the most important person in my life.