Your name is engraved into my brain just like I always hope your kiss will stain my lips.

Maybe that's all it really takes. Maybe it just takes that one person to kiss you so hard that you want to stop time and taste their familiar flavor and love forever. Or when he traces every crease of your young naive body and you can feel the butterflies trying to escape through your bumpy, chilled, yet excited skin. Or when he holds you in his arms in his kitchen at 2am, and without speaking it he shows you that everything really is going to be okay. Or when he makes the little things matter such as, "it's cold don't forget a coat; put on your seatbelt please; watch your step." Or when he holds your hand and you can feel your insides filling up with happiness, like a charging phone, he has become your source of power. Maybe all that it really takes is that one person to come along and make you question why you ever stopped writing. That one person who becomes your inspiration for trying desperately to make your words sound poetic and beautiful deep into the am, but always giving up because no amount of words will ever come close to capture the beauty of him and all that he really is.

The actual pain and anger I am overwhelmed with when he puts himself down is unbelievable.
It's like I have had a masterpiece painting hanging in my house for as long as I could remember, and one day someone expresses they don't see its beauty. You explain to them it is all about their angle and perception of it. They do not understand. When you finish a great book or an excellent movie and you hear people critiquing it based on what they've heard of it, not by what they've seen and experienced of it. The frustration I get when he bags on himself is unreal and unfair, because if he saw himself like I see him, he would understand why some people believe that certain smiles could cure cancer and end wars. He is the type of boy you read about in books. He is art and a masterpiece and everything in between. He is lovely, he is perfect, and he is all mine.
To him: So next time someone puts down your favorite book or favorite band, remember your frustration and fury, and remember that is how I feel every **** time you consider yourself anything less than the exquisite human being that you really are.

Falling falling falling!!!!
So fast. No stopping now.
Seriously too far in quick sand, no way to escape now.
Speaking of escaping.
His eyes.
Make me feel like I'm escaping all my problems, and quite literally a mix of being at sea and amongst the clouds. So beautiful and dreamy and God I could stay lost in them all day. Can't even begin to fathom the words to describe them. He is quite the work of art and no amount of beautiful words put together is enough to recount the masterpiece that he is.

Mesmerizing and magical are the only two words to describe him.
The feelings are so real and everything feels so perfect.
I can't help but be so happy that I'm dreading the ending.
I want nothing more than to feel this high forever.. Happy ever after. But life is not a fairytale. It is so sad that I can already tell by how deep I am, that losing him is going to be the most tragic form of self destruction I will ever experience. Loving him is its own form of self destruction, but losing him will be life changing.

His voice is my favorite song. And I often think about how I would love to break the replay button trying to hear it forever.
His lips are the kind that taste like magic and teenage love. And I often kiss him hard hoping the taste will linger later.
His height is tall and perfect. And I often feel very small but very protected by his side.
His smile is contagious. And I often find myself smiling because he is, or digging to find my deepest darkest tricks to try to make him smirk.
His hair is the messy *** hair type. And I often hope that one day that will be the actual reason why it is messy.
His personality is like the life of a party. And I often sit there and admire him when we are out, when he is most literally shining brighter than a star, representing the life of a party.
His mind is a universe of its own. And I often spend hopeless days and long nights trying to figure out the mystery he is.
He is the best thing to ever walk into my life. And I often wonder how empty I would feel without him and hope he feels the same.

Everything about this boy loiters in my mind at late am hours.
I can't get enough of his love.
I can't get enough of him!!!!
The way he holds me when we take naps, or the way he holds me when we're hugging.
The constant giggles and smiles and smirks that he is.
Every **** thing about him stays in my mind & keeps me up at times I should be fast asleep.
He is the best I've ever had.
Who knew love was a drug?
It is actually worse than drugs, more intense, but so much better and worth it.
I don't know how this all happened so quickly, and I don't know how or why our chemistry is so strong...
I just remember him holding me in his arms and thinking about how awful it will be when he has to let go.