“Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
Beautiful melody, when the night’s so long”
As I was listening to the song “when I look at you” by Miley Cyrus, I couldn’t help but think of my love, my wonderful boyfriend.
I often got asked what it is that I love about him, of course, the easiest and most simple answer would be: everything.
But even the word everything wouldn’t be able to cover all of it.
I love the way he makes me feel, lost when looking into those beautiful green-brown eyes.
Every time I look into his eyes, those beautiful beautiful eyes, I see how much he loves me. I can see it, feel it.
Just one look from him can make my knees get all weak. And when that happens, his strong arms are there to catch my fall, holding me close to him.
And when he smiles, god.. that smile. I just feel my heart skip a beat or two -maybe even three!-. I can feel my face turn all red, blushing like an idiot.
I could spend hours just laying next to him, letting my fingers slide over his soft skin, staring into those eyes for as long as I can handle it -eventually, after a few minutes, his eyes and look just drive me so crazy with all these butterflies that I just have to look away-. And when I do look away, he places his soft hand on my cheek, turning my face toward his, staring deeply into my eyes. That’s when all alarms go off in my head, and that’s when I feel I’m so helplessly in love. With every gentle, tender touch. Every time when he holds me in his arms, tenderly, caressing my hair, my cheek, sliding his finger along my neck, chasing my cheekbone with two fingers, ever so gently.. I’m lost. And I don’t want to be found. I wish to be lost in that moment forever.
I fall in love with him all over again.
Also ever since I fell asleep in his arms, it’s the only way I seem to be able to sleep. In his arms, or with him by my side.
Every touch causes chills on my spine.
He is so beautiful.. Those mesmerizing eyes, the little cuts in his cheeks when he smiles, the way it makes his eyes sparkle. He’s 26 years old, 6 years older than me, and he’s an adult, but when he smiles, truly smiles, I can see the young boy in him. A young, happy boy.
We can have fun together like people of my age do, we can act like crazy fools, we can hang around each other like a couple of teens that just got together crazy in love, but when I’m crying my heart out because the world and life is hard and rough for me once more, he’ll be there, as my big brother, my best friend, my protector. My love. He’ll wrap his arms around me, dry my tears with either kisses or a soft touch of his hand. Just like he did on the evening that we got together, as I was laying in his lap on the couch. He touched my cheek ever so gently, stroking it. Every touch of him is like a butterfly fluttering it wings softly against my cheek or skin.
I love his voice, it was one of the first things that I loved about him. I met him when he was still coaching my little brother, he was his floorball coach. As some might already know, it took me about a year and a half to figure out that I was truly in love with him. But his voice… I loved it from the first moment I heard it. So soft, so sensitive, so peaceful, yet so strong.
The kind of voice that I’d love waking up to. The second thing I fell in love with was, as I’ve said before, his eyes.
The third thing was his smile, that lovely smile… Whenever he’s smiling, really smiling, not grinning I can’t help but smiling as well. So we’d be sitting there, two smiling fools in love next to each other.
But the thing that really made me fall in love with him was the way he treated me. In that year and a half that I kept him waiting without barely any hope, he never gave up on me.
He didn’t persist though he just left me alone for a couple of months, until finally I would miss him and start texting him again.
One might say that I was playing with him, although I rather see it as searching.
I wanted to know him well enough before anything would happen, but eventually, I couldn’t hold myself any longer, I had to see him. I remember how nervous I was on our last date before we started dating, it was the 3rd of August, when we got together.
But as soon as I saw him, sitting there, I knew I was in love.
I had changed, I wasn’t the girl that used to chase after all the bad boys and the pretty faces anymore, no , I was changed.
And all of a sudden, as I saw him again, I finally realized just how beautiful he really was, and after almost six months dating , he even got more beautiful by the day.
I love our passion as well, every time we meet, it’s as if we haven’t seen each other for a month. I still jump into his arms, kissing him passionately as his hands slide down my body, holding me in a tight grip. Passion is a big part of our relation, and I find that very important.
He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel loved, special.
I know we can talk about anything, ANYTHING. And I know that he’ll always be there for me, no matter what. Either to put me on my place, either to console me, cheer me up, or love me.
When my world is crashing down, when everything goes wrong, he’ll be there to make things right, be the light in my darkness.
And it’s for all these things and so many more that I so deeply love him, with all my heart.
“When my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore and I
Can’t find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I look at you”