If someone were to ask me where my favorite place to watch the stars was, I would say “in his eyes.” Not because there were no stars in the sky for me to see, but because his eyes outshine any star that could have been up there.
I have never been with someone who could make me feel so alive just by holding my hand. I have never held someone's hand so tightly before; as if I thought at any second he could be taken away from me, and of course he could have, but in that moment there was no way I was going to let that happen.
It was a stiff climb to admire artwork, and I could have admired a masterpiece on the ground. “dance with me?” The cement wall read. I would have danced with him until the sun came up.
There were so many ways he could make me feel free. Throwing rocks into the water with so much force; I was letting out aggression that came from me trying so hard to figure out what he wanted. He is so complex, and I never know where I stand.
We ran like children holding hands. I slid so comfortably into his front seat. That's when I knew. I knew then that he was what I wanted.
It wasn't perfect. He's not perfect in others eyes, but in  mine he is the definition, and I have accepted he has flaws, but those are what help make up him.
When he kissed me it was like standing in my favorite spot on the beach during the summer time. When he kissed me it was like hanging my feet out the window listening to music loudly in the car. When he kissed me it was like happiness.
I fell in love the way waves crash against the shore. It was fast and terrifying, but it was also natural; it was meant to happen.