Late nights.
I could sit in that car forever if he was in the passenger seat, rubbing my sock-clad feet. I have never wanted to talk to someone so badly. I always have so much to say. And never, ever have I wanted someone to never stop sharing stories. Never wanted them to never stop talking. I love every word that comes out of that beautiful mouth. I love hearing it all, even things I don't like so much. He just has this way of speaking, it's like a song. Everything is so perfect, so lovely and rhythmic almost. Now that I think of it, even the way he moves, it moves me. So upright, with such confidence, such definition. Such, oomph. He is someone who walks into a room and gets attention, respect. He can talk to any person, he knows what to say and when to everyone.
Thats him.
He loves me for me, and somehow I keep forgetting that.