To The Boy Who Makes Me Smile

Mon, 11/06/2017 - 13:05 -- jgroom2

When i first met you,
I knew.
I knew i wanted you to be in my life.
I knew i wanted to know you.

When I first saw you,
I knew. 
I knew there was something different about you.
I knew there was someone worth knowing behind those tired eyes and silent lips.

The first year i knew you,
It wasn't time yet.
I was taken.
You were still that mysterious boy who intrigued me.
I wanted to know you. I wanted to know your thoughts, your hopes and dreams, your favorite color, how you take your coffee, your favorite food, what keeps you up at night. 
I wanted to know you.

Then i was single. 
I'd catch you looking at me from time to time and think, "does he want to know me, too?"
It'd give me a flutter in my soul when I'd catch those captivating blue eyes looking at me from across the room. 
Those tired, marvelous eyes that i yearned to know the story behind.

Hours.
Hours we spent talking and talking and talking getting to know each other. Hours from sunset to the crack of dawn we'd spend talking about our thoughts, our hopes and dreams, our favorite colors, how we take our coffee, our favorite foods, and what kept us both awake at night.
I got to know you.

Now i know you.
I know how you think. How you work. How you crinkle your nose when you laugh. How you blush when I'm sweet to you. How you turn into a small child when you're near a kitten. I know the face you make when you're focused. I know how your focusing face is completely different when you're drawing from when you're playing guitar. I know how it's even different from guitar to piano. 
Knowing you is a gift.

Darling boy,
You are everything.
Everything good in my life.
Everything worth knowing.
Everything to me.

Your eyes.
Your beautiful, beautiful eyes
Show me love.
They are enough to bring me light ona dark day. They are enough to make me feel safe and secure. Looking into your eyes, i can see the love that you have for me. I can see past the sleepless nights and hardships that show on your face. I can see you. I can see the real you.
Your eyes,
Bring me life.

Your lips.
They speak kindness,
Even without parting.
When they part, oh boy, they bring nothing but joy to my world.
From the words you speak to me, to that breathtaking smile, those lips.
They bring me life.

To the boy who makes me smile,
I love you.

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