His voice is my favorite song. And I often think about how I would love to break the replay button trying to hear it forever.
His lips are the kind that taste like magic and teenage love. And I often kiss him hard hoping the taste will linger later.
His height is tall and perfect. And I often feel very small but very protected by his side.
His smile is contagious. And I often find myself smiling because he is, or digging to find my deepest darkest tricks to try to make him smirk.
His hair is the messy *** hair type. And I often hope that one day that will be the actual reason why it is messy.
His personality is like the life of a party. And I often sit there and admire him when we are out, when he is most literally shining brighter than a star, representing the life of a party.
His mind is a universe of its own. And I often spend hopeless days and long nights trying to figure out the mystery he is.
He is the best thing to ever walk into my life. And I often wonder how empty I would feel without him and hope he feels the same.