Blindness…
He is everything.
I love his face.
I love his smile.
I love the way his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say.
I love his hair … I love running my fingers through each tendril. I love how his hair smells so damn good.
I love how he looks like he’s just woken up from some bizarre party and is still ready for another one. He either looks like he’s too giddy or that he’s just woken up and has a terrible hangover.
I love the way he looks at me as if he’s forever teasing me for being me. As if he knows what I’m thinking and what I’m about to do.
I love his hands, those hands I know so well.
I love his scent, the way I could still smell him even when he’s already miles away from me.
I love the way his clothes hang onto him like they were made to be worn by someone like he is.
I love his voice that always reassures me everything is going to be alright.
I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes he’s too jolly and too hyper and so everywhere. And sometimes he’s locked himself up in a place only he could go to.
I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I could safely say I learned to be less inhibited because of him.
I love the way he looks on things about life. The way he reasoned with me and the way he accepts reasons from me.
I love his passion for things I don’t understand. I love the way he loves the people around him, how he gives them importance and warmth.
I love the way he loves his music, oh God, how could I begin to explain how much he cherishes his passion for music? Like the way he let loose of himself while his guitar gently weeps…
I love how he thinks of himself as a nobody, when in fact; he’s pretty much popular and well-liked.
I love how he takes his responsibilities seriously, how he manages to be a good friend, a good son and a good person all at the same time.
I love the way he tells me how he loves his family so much.
I love the way he makes me feel appreciated in his own little ways and for accepting me as who I am what I am with him.
I love the fact that we could sit beside each other and not to say anything but understand everything.
I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he’s not.
He is everything … the greatest thing that happens to my life …
Oh yes … for me he is everything….
Everything … but he cannot be mine …
-= November 5, 2008 =-
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