Wow. I'm so smitten. What do you do when your heart is totally devoted. There was a time when I was so amazed by him. He wasn't a person to me. He was all of these different components that made him seem so fabulous. But now he is just a man. In a good way. Without the clothes. Or the looks. Or the smell. (he smells absolutely edible). I love him. I love the confused look on his face when he just wakes up. And the way he runs his hands through his curly hair. I love watching him get dressed and the stance he has when he's adjusting his clothes in the mirror. I love it when he calls me baby. I love it when he's silly and calls me at work with phony accents. I love his kiss by the door. I love him you guys... I really really love him. I want to be the one to take care of him. I want to always be the one to pick him up from the train. i want to be the one he can talk to. I want to be the one he can always count on.
No one understands. I don't blame them. They don't know what this is. What is it that keeps this single woman totally devoted to a man that wouldn't claim me. They don't know how I feel like i could stand on the edge of a cliff and fall and I know he'd catch me. They don't know that without even knowing me very well he reached his hand out and pulled me out of a ditch, dusted me off and shined me up. He gave me the confidence i needed to step out into the world. He is the best friend I have. And no matter what, I'll catch him too. And no matter what I'll reach my hand down to him. Pull him up. Dust him off. Shine him up. I'm not the prettiest. My body is less than perfect. But I can tell you what is perfect. My love for him is so pure. Perfectly pure. I don't love him for his looks his money his smell his swag. I truly honestly love the soul that lives inside.
Okay enough. I just needed to get that out.