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My lover is someone who has a brilliant smile.
It’s a little dorky, but good dorky. It starts slow, stretching before curling up into one side. The expanse of pink sliding up causes a dip in their cheek. Always, it leaves me wanting to press my finger in, just to see if it’ll sink a bit more. Teeth are a rare occurrence when they smile, but sometimes, I get to see the shy peek of white from between. It’s simply blinding when they concede and break out into a laugh. Flashes of joy etched between every line, spilling forth in the form of laughter. It might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My lover is someone with the prettiest of eyes.
They’re deep, dark pools of a colour of which I can only wish to find adequate words to describe. Some might say it’s plain brown, but I think that’s a truly mundane description for such wonderful gifts of nature. Eyes like those deserve to be spoken of with reverence, the expressiveness that exists within them is unfathomable. I could stare at them for hours, waiting on every little secret that hides behind. Watching them change with each passing moment, for the light to bounce off them to reveal a splintering of colour. They’re big too, full doe eyes that make my heart clench. I’m undeserving of being the recipient of such a gaze.
I’m dirty for wanting it.
My lover is someone who possesses the silkiest of hair.
It’s a rich, raven mop deposited on their head, cascading down to frame their face. Long enough to run your fingers through, it curls every which way. Fluffy and soft, I constantly yearn to reach out and
touch
(
if only they’d let me
). I love how it bounces when they walk. I love the way it sways when they turn around. I love it when it’s an honest to god mess. I love it. I love it. I love it.
My lover is someone that has the kindest of hearts.
Even when they scream and yell and thrash, they’ll find it in them to make it up to you. I wish they’d understand that they’re worthy of the same kindness they’ve bestowed upon others. Their thoughtfulness shows in how they remember the simple things to make you feel seen; wanted . I know that they’d never pass up a chance to defend their loved ones, even when often at a disadvantage. They love and love and love with their whole chest. Being drawn into their orbit is inevitable because, despite everything, they’re just so so easy to love.
My lover is someone who’s just a little bit slow.
Sometimes they’re so oblivious I wonder if it’s empty where their brain is supposed to be. Yet maybe I’m just so far gone that this trait is
cute
to me. Their airheadedness is something so wholly
them
, like their snark or their fixations on what they like. Somehow, despite being unable to read the room or control what comes out of their mouth, they think quite an awful lot. It shows itself in how their thoughts spill out when they ramble, mind going a million miles a minute. They’re such a contradiction and all I want to do is
understand
. I want to know
more
, to recognize every little detail that comprises the singular love of my life.
It’s so greedy, but I can’t help but
want.
I want them even when their eyes turn elsewhere.
I yearn for a touch, even something small would suffice.
I burn for their recognition, their acknowledgement.
I would crash and twist along the ground as my heart fractured, if they so wanted.
Every time.
Every. Time.
My lover is someone who will never be mine.