The sweet scent of your skin fused with mine. Come to speak of it, every encounter with you overwhelms the senses. The sight of your frame and figure ignites my heart. The touch of your skin and hair. Pressing against your chest and feeling the life beat within you. Tasting your lips and cheeks and the very tip of your nose. Hearing your laugh or deep whisper.
This is what I live for.
This is what I strive to never stray from.
At the end of the day, I’m yours. At the end of the day, all I want is to crawl into your embrace and warmth and fall into the dream that you’ve created for me.
It’s been eleven months. Eleven months of laughs and romance and tears and joy. We’ve been through so much together already: life threatening scares to uncontrollable laughter. And I cherish every second of it all.
And standing here eleven months later, I still love you.