I love the way you look down when you smile, and the way dimples grace your perfect face. I love your nebula eyes and your love for the vastness of the universe.
I love how after you first wake up, your hair sticks up in awkward directions.
I love the way your eyelashes cast shadows across your cheekbones. I love the way you articulate your thoughts and how you can be effortlessly eloquent. I love your humour and how we can laugh at anything. I love your raw passion for life. I love your hands and how they are the same shape as mine. I love how our fingers stay interlocked for hours and how we walk everywhere holding hands. I love how I have to stand on my tip toes to kiss you and how you pick me up when you're excited to see me. I love your bones, the rivers and valleys and pathways of your skin. I love how we can sit around and do nothing and be completely happy. I love how you don't try to impress me, because you don't need to. I love the quietness of night with you. I love the sound of your breath, and the rhythm of your heartbeat, the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. I love how you squirm when I run my fingertips along your rocky spine. I love your laugh, and your stupid weed tshirts. I love the patchy stubble on your face, and I love the roughness of your jaw.
I love you. Every inch of you. So completely, so totally. I am so excited for the future, for our future. The adventures we will have, and the places we will go.


Leitað að frelsi, fann ég hann í þér.

Glow

I see you in the glow of every day life. In the trees, in the grass, in the sky. I am trying to show you how beautiful I think we are when I point to the clouds that hang low in the sky, and I point to them each and every day, always accompanied with an exclaim of 'look! the sky!' and I am never less stunned, and I am never less awed at the sight of beautiful rolling clouds, beautiful azure or gray or velvety blue sky. You glow, you stand out amongst a crowd and I can't help but wonder if I am dreaming. You glow indigo, violet, magenta, forest green, the sound of your breath like a hymn or a lullaby Your fingers speak of promises and adventure as they brush along my waist, my ribs, my neck, each touch charged with electricity. If I could describe the way I feel when our hands are interlocked, it would be that I am glowing. I feel light radiating off me, a sigh of happiness or a kiss is the only way to express how I feel. And I am locked in a prison of a sort, in that way. Physically. I would take apart all the little puzzle pieces of my body, just to find the little ball of light, hidden and secret from all things in our world, just to show you for a minute, a split second even, how you make me feel. Just to show you the glow, the bio-luminescence, the rainbow hues that consume all logic and rationality when you smile at me.