I’ve been thinking about what I could say, not because I didn’t have enough to say. I am simply a perfectionist, I want what I say to come across the way I intend it to. I think you’re special, incredibly special and I have this fear in the back of my head that I could lose you before I get to know you the way I’d like to.
You’re incredibly good looking and it stings my heart everytime you refuse to believe it. The muscles in my cheeks take over my lips, creating that genuine curve of a smile every single time I see you, even when I receive that tiny notification at the top of my screen. Even the colour pallet of your profile picture popping up on my phone creates that beautiful excitement. I wish you could look into the mirror the way I look at you. I wish you could feel that spark behind your eyes as you gaze in amazement. I wish you could feel that sudden pause, that soft gasp begging to escape the barriers of your delicate lips.
And then there are your messages, words with pure beauty wrapped around them like a bow holding together a dozen roses. They create this pure feeling of kindness and care creating this calm warmness surrounding my heart. I enjoy the jokes that escape our lips bringing the most genuine smiles I’ve made in a long while. The sadness grown from our deep discussions of our issues always turns into dandelions. I feel honest with you because of how gentle you come across. I lose track of time, my eyes begging me to fall asleep but never surrendering.
I’m honestly speechless, it’s incredibly difficult to pick out what I could say. Because you deserve to hear every beautiful thought that you would never have time to hear.
Lovely!