We mold together perfectly
His arms around my waist holding me as though he's done it a thousand times
My arms comfortably held by his shoulders as if the place where his collarbones and neck meets was made just for me to rest my head.
And I'm sure if we got the chance to kiss, his lips would match mine in a sort of perfect harmony.
His eyes seem to light up when he sees me, making them more beautiful every time I see them.
Blue like the sky on a perfectly clear day towards the darkest black of pupils,
Reaching out as a child reaches for its mother into an icy navy blue like the deepest spots of the ocean,
Navy blue is his favorite color.
We like adventures and we go on them.
His imagination and soul seem to match mine as if we've known each other for millions of years.
We could talk for hours like lost lovers and never get bored, we have a thousand times before.
I can show him the sides of me that no one has ever seen and I feel like he's made for me.
I see the good in his heart even when it doesn't show.
I feel that God hand-crafted his idea of a perfect man and gave him to me.
So why am I so afraid?
Why am I scared to hurt him?
Feeling as if I'm hiding behind the scenes in a horror movie, waiting to jump out and destroy him before he has the chance to cry for help.
I don't want to be the one that makes him change,
That turns him into the stereotypical teenage male who once thought it okay to love but now can never feel it again.
I don't want to hurt him and so I will forever remain caught in this cage of fear and pain in order to save my darling from suffering.
I'm willing to do that much for him.