My Man
If someone would ever ask me why i love you this is what my answer would be:
Reasons why I love my man?
Well I can split it up in several parts.
One would be the way he looks:
His eyes, eyes that always have this light in them, eyes that reflect his soul. The way he can look at me and I feel like I am the only girl in the world to him. The way he can never seem to hide when he is worried about something, and the dark dangerous glow they get when he is mad.
His smile, I have never seen anyone smile the way he does. And when he smiles at me my whole world becomes that smile, that spark, that perfect little piece of happiness he gives me. And his kisses, o god the way he kisses me, like I am the whole world at that moment, nothing else matters, just his lips on mine.
His hands, hands that catch me, hold me, tickle me, excite me and can make every touch feel like it is the very first time.
His arms, arms that hold me, cradle me and hug me when I am down, hugs that shut out the mean bad grown up world, and make me feel so loved and safe that there is no place I would rather be.
His voice, that sweet sound when he tells me he loves me. The seriousness when he tells me something important. The slight stress and fear coming through when he asks if there is something wrong. The terrifying sound when he is really mad.
The other would be his actions:
Suddenly coming over to see me, because he misses me or because he knows I miss him. Or just to make me happy.
How he holds my hand in public, showing everybody I am with him, and making me feel like he wants the whole world to know we are together.
The fact that he tries to say romantic things, sometimes not so successful, he is not the kind of guys to write things down, but his actions speak louder than his words. I wish I was like that sometimes.
The way he falls asleep at night, so tired but with a smile on his face. Barley able to whisper he loves me in that sexy sleepy voice of his.
How in the middle of the night when he is fast asleep and I have to get up for some reason that, the second I get back into bed he puts his arm around me and pulls me close.
And sometimes when I am lucky I get to catch him on saying my name in his sleep.
You know, when I have a nightmare and I am tossing and turning, terrified, crying but unable to wake up. He pulls me close and wakes me with small kisses and saying ‘Everything is fine, I am here, your superman is here I will protect you’ and when I wake he doesn’t let me go until I sunk into a peaceful sleep again.
And then the mornings, I put off the alarm, he moans and pulls me close again.
He never seizes to amaze me, he works hard, studies, has his friends and all the family obligations everyone has. Despite all of that he never fails to make time for me. I have never felt so special of loved before.
That is why I love my man
So now you know. That’s what I would tell them. It’s all true, every bit of it.
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