I’m in love, and its beautiful. I am a whole who found another compatible whole. Its funny, one of the things I remember most is his smell. And he, mine. Just his scent is comfort enough. But his hands fit perfectly around mine. And his neck is always warm. And his earlobes are baby soft. And I love the scratch of his cheek when he neglects the razor. I love to move my hands along his arms when he holds himself above me. I love the give of his stomach when I kiss it. I love the feeling of his weight as he lies on top of me. His firm hands make me shiver and his lips are warm and inviting. His voice is soft and friendly and his words are full of wit. He speaks his thoughts slowly. As if to give himself time to calm his racing mind.
His silliness is abundant. He makes fun of social norms. It’s impossible to me to think that I could ever be so comfortable around anyone. But he relaxes me, he excites me, he brings light to my mind. And even when I don’t see him for a while, I know he loves me just the same. The memories of our last encounter never cease to make me grin. We’ve been through plenty of rough patches; doubts, mistakes…. And yet we keep gravitating back to each other.