I'll never let you go.
I don't know how to really start this. Just that I want to.
Start describing that feeling. That emotion that swells inside. Having him close, feeling his... his "essence". Wanting to delve into it. Enveloped. The closeness. The warmth. The slow rhythm of his breathing. Being aware that he's another human being, a living and breathing person who's next to me. With me. Loving me. The sweetness of this interaction. So close, and so comfortable.
I just want to pull him close. Bury my face against his chest. Breathe in deeply and get engulfed in this emotion. In this event where I only know of him. Where he is the only one on this Earth. My hands tremble. They want to explore his face, touching upon features. Brush by his hair, press against his back while I embrace him lovingly. Just how real can this be?
Confirmation. The realization that he is here, he is real, he is alive, floods my mind. He could go away at a moment's notice, but right now, he's here. His presence. An entity that means more to me than I could possibly describe. I radiate with happiness, and love. Nothing more. Nothing less. All of it, for him. The completeness I feel, the safety I perceive. All within this embrace, all within this man.
It's enough to make me cry. As if I can't possibly comprehend just what it truly means to be loved. And that my discovery came about just as he rested his hand on my cheek. I love you. It repeats in my head. Over, and over. I say his name, over and over. As if it meant that phrase. As if all of my emotions of this moment, were condensed into his name. Something I can't stop thinking of when I'm sad. Something I can't stop thinking of, when I'm happy.
I love you.
I love you.
Start describing that feeling. That emotion that swells inside. Having him close, feeling his... his "essence". Wanting to delve into it. Enveloped. The closeness. The warmth. The slow rhythm of his breathing. Being aware that he's another human being, a living and breathing person who's next to me. With me. Loving me. The sweetness of this interaction. So close, and so comfortable.
I just want to pull him close. Bury my face against his chest. Breathe in deeply and get engulfed in this emotion. In this event where I only know of him. Where he is the only one on this Earth. My hands tremble. They want to explore his face, touching upon features. Brush by his hair, press against his back while I embrace him lovingly. Just how real can this be?
Confirmation. The realization that he is here, he is real, he is alive, floods my mind. He could go away at a moment's notice, but right now, he's here. His presence. An entity that means more to me than I could possibly describe. I radiate with happiness, and love. Nothing more. Nothing less. All of it, for him. The completeness I feel, the safety I perceive. All within this embrace, all within this man.
It's enough to make me cry. As if I can't possibly comprehend just what it truly means to be loved. And that my discovery came about just as he rested his hand on my cheek. I love you. It repeats in my head. Over, and over. I say his name, over and over. As if it meant that phrase. As if all of my emotions of this moment, were condensed into his name. Something I can't stop thinking of when I'm sad. Something I can't stop thinking of, when I'm happy.
I love you.
I love you.