The things that only exist in the beautiful and wonderful make believe world that we live in when we’re together. The way we look straight into each others eyes for indiscernible amounts of time. The long discussions on our view points of life and how they relate to our past. The short and silent moments followed closely by a confession of secrets of our past, or events that we just don’t talk about with the people in our lives. The comfort and security in saying exactly what I’m thinking without fearing how you’ll respond. The way you grab my hand and hold it tightly and occasionally kiss my knuckles. Being able to send you songs that contain open and honest lyrics and only freaking out a little bit about how you may interpret it. The way you kiss me and hold me and how I never feel suffocated or claustrophobic. And after those intense kisses, you gently kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, my nose. You take care and consideration in my inexperience and never push or pressure anything, patiently moving slowly with me. The way you make me think, in ways that no one has even been able to make me think before. Your mind seems so similar, and yet on a completely different plane. I could listen to you talk about any and every thing for hours and hours. I could lay with you all day and never grow tired of you so close to me, never grow tired of not having a moment to my self.
These are my favorite things because they are the insecurities in my life that I have never been able to share with another person. But with you, it’s effortless. It’s comfortable. It’s natural. Everything feels right.
You bring out the real me, and you show affection and care for that real me. You make me appreciate and love the real me.
—-I would like to remain anonymous, if that is possible. Thank you for letting me express this. It’s a difficult situation, and I’m not ready to share this with him…not just yet.
Submitted by scooter-doo