happy endings

when i close my eyes, i can see your face.
and i wonder when did this happen, when did you become a part of me?

i love the little things about you. i love the things that are you. i love everything about you. and i realize that i must love you.

i love the way your eyes turn different colors. sometimes both perfectly in sync, sometimes so subtly shades off. i might not notice from across the room, but only with you close.

i love the way you frown when you first contemplate good news, like you have to hide the excitement until you're sure enough to smile. and how i love your smile.

i love the way the longing i felt always disappeared when i met you, suddenly and completely. it took my breath away. it scares me how utterly perfect you are to me. how much i want to make you happy. how i want show you everything you've shown me. how i don't even think about hiding from you. anything. i am just the way i am.

i love the way you think of things that ordinary people do not. the way you are not ordinary at all. you are so very wonderful, and still so real. so perfectly magical.

your touch drives me insane. your hands are magic. how do you know me so well, know exactly what i need? so perfectly compatible. you take my breath away, show me dimensions i never knew existed. sometimes i hesitate to touch you, because i can't possibly do to you what you are doing to me. but i have to. i love so much your skin, your hands, your hair. i love to feel you. to have you in my arms. to have you close to me.

and i don't think it will be fine anymore. i think it will be perfect. happy endings guaranteed.