And words that have no form...
...Are falling from my lips...
I don't think I know the right kind of words to describe Ivan to you, LJ.
He's the sort of man who brings you roses on the first date and tells you you're worth the wait when you want to take things slow. He's the sort of man who can't let go of you when you're saying goodnight in front of your house and writes you a text the following morning saying you're a gift that repays him of all the pain he's had in his life.
He's the sort of man that makes you smile and listens to you and looks at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful.
And honestly, I'm quite smitten.
I don't think I know the right kind of words to describe Ivan to you, LJ.
He's the sort of man who brings you roses on the first date and tells you you're worth the wait when you want to take things slow. He's the sort of man who can't let go of you when you're saying goodnight in front of your house and writes you a text the following morning saying you're a gift that repays him of all the pain he's had in his life.
He's the sort of man that makes you smile and listens to you and looks at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful.
And honestly, I'm quite smitten.