I Love You More Each Day
01/21/2004 05:23 a.m.
I can't describe this.

but here I go.

It's something in that one special smile. The one that comes right in between kisses, when his arms are tight around me and I'm close enough to smell his skin. That smile with his face close to mine and oceany eyes that crinkle at the corners and are smiling just as wide as his mouth. That look that does nothing except melt me into this soft little puddle, a lump of clay he can do whatever with (it's a good thing his arms are around me at those times). I can do nothing but feel my heart soar, literally. I know why that term in so cliched now. It's true. It's just about the only way to describe it, and screwing with that cliche won't give you anything more potent. It literally feels like my heart is soaring, like the joy is radiating from underneath my skin and turning me pink. All I can do at that smile is beam back at him in hopes that I'm saying everything I hear when he smiles at me like that. I tell him everything with words too, but god, the things he says without words, the things WE say without words, make my knees shake. When it happens, and he's holding me there, and I can practically feel his heart through his chest, it's like his eyes give me tunnel vision. The only thing that's there is him. The world fades off into a bunch of sweet mush, and I can't take my eyes off his except to kiss his lips (one of the things his smile screams is "I have to kiss you again..."). That bond feels so.... unshakable. Infallable. It really makes you believe that all you need is love. I've never loved anyone else like this before. Not a single person has ever made me feel this way. I love him like the concept never really existed before there was him and this. Before was just a watercolour image of a foggy sunrise. This is like dawn exploding in intense shades of orange and rose over a black, rocky silhouette, painting the undersides of the wispy clouds in fire.
I never thought it was possible, both loving so passionately and being loved with the same passion. The same devotion. The same honeydrizzled fire. I want to tell him I love him every day. I want to tell him I love him right now. For no good reason. No purpose for telling him except hearing him hear it, or knowing he'll read it. I love him. I love him like the feeling never was in my body before. And I don't worry about being overly expressive anymore, because as he pointed out to me, why should i be (it was a novel idea...)? I'm so in love... I'm so completely in love...
I am currently Passionate
I am listening to Fefe Dobson (halfie pride)