My favorite people in life, are the ones that come into your life and change you in more ways than you ever thought imaginable.
The type that come in to your life and you think to yourself, "Man I really loved sleeping before this person came along." The kind that have you dancing around your room while getting ready in the morning, & singing in the shower and car as if it's the last song you'll ever hear.
The kind that bring out the natural joy in your soul you had bottled up for so long.
You feel like they have given you this great gift of happiness, but
happiness can't be given.
They just fear off all the bad things and allow your happiness to shine through.
These kind of people are the kind everyone's life should be filled with. We all deserve them.

The way he looks at me is as if he is at a theater watching the titanic, but the ship is still sailing as the credits appear.
He looks at me as if I have found the cure for cancer, as if I am important and worthy of so much.
His voice has become my favorite song. On repeat in my head are phrases and words that he has carefully spoke to me and touched my entire being with.
Thinking about him and our time shared together still sends out invitations to the creatures to come flutter in my belly again. Or have they ever even left?
I keep telling myself they will leave soon, but they insist on staying; the party isn't over.
Looking into his eyes is a lot like peering into my own soul. I can see so deeply and feel so connected to him AND myself.
It is incredible and probably the greatest feeling to be able to look into someone's eyes and see and feel so much.
I am falling so hard for this boy, my knees are scraped and I've acquired bruises on my belly, but my body won't stop until it is fulfilled.
It's like it is literally drawn to him and will not quit until I have completely fallen.
He is the only thing I could compare pain to, and still crave it.

This boy has been the only continuous thought on my mind for the past week.
I wake up and am instantly reminded of the sweet words he caressed into my head before I slept in my state of bliss.
He makes me feel on top of the world beside him.
He's the king, I'm the queen.
I feel whole and I am happy and that is enough for me.
The feelings he gives me through his simple words, spreads through my body faster than bees can escape a broken hive.
Much like someone who did the breaking, you feel like you need to run, but you can't.. for the realization is much too late.
I am so intrigued, and so completely drowning, deep into
the vision of this boy.
My mind has felt perplexed on why it has felt so drained.
But it shouldn't feel ashamed  because the nonstop, pleasurable thoughts of such a divine, would be enough to overwhelm anyone's head.

I could spend hours trying to predict the next phrase of carefully strung together words that will fall from his tongue, as he sends me a text in the late am.
But after hours of pondering, that would do me no good.
His engaging and unforeseeable mind has a way of making me feel like a goddess every time.
I wish I could express to you the way his cheeks bunch up and his eyes light up when he laughs.
It's like someone's lighting a bonfire in his eyes, bright enough to burn down an entire forest.
I wish I could put into words the feeling he gives me by simply stringing together the letters of my name.
This boy is addictive and lingers in my mind even in my sleep.

And he isn't even aware of these powers he holds.

The touch of his finger is enough to drive my mind off a bridge, or two.
His mind is always racing, and when I'm lucky enough to cross it, I embrace it.
Our minds connect and relate like the waves know how to crash in the ocean.
And just like the ocean, and it's immensity, that's how I feel when I'm beside him.
Brave, limitless, and daring.
Two forces joining as one.
Drowning in the ocean is quite a fear, but they say you don't even realize until it's too late.
Being with him is like drowning in the ocean: sweet, sour, gone.