The day I first met you, your smile made me melt. I remember how you told me I took your breath away, I have a feeling I will always remember that-- Our first meeting.
As if I was an enigma of sugar and dandelions when I've always been roots in other boys eyes.
You saw me as a sprouting vine of sunflowers.
Falling in like with you has been a beautiful adventure, you make me think outside my box and you make me laugh like I've never been hurt.
I could get lost in your eyes for hours in comfortable silence.
Looking at you makes me wish I had met you sooner.
As I get to know you, I can't help but have flowers blossoming in my stomach.
Each thing I discover is like the next piece to my puzzle.
The little things are slowly becoming my best kept memories.
Like your catch phrases, or the way you like too kiss with gum in your mouth, or even your profound love for donuts.
If we'll last I have no clue, I have a bad habit of getting my hopes up for a love that is never ready.
All I can do, all I will ever be able to do, is hope. Is that good enough?
Laying with you until 5 am laughing at nothing is my favorite mid morning hobby with you, even between groggy morning breath and a warm embrace you still manage to find my hand and my waist.
I've never felt so safe in a pair of arms, I see the whole nine when I look at you.
The hours of being hypnotized by your cologne have left an imprint on my brain, I think I'll like the smell of you for the rest of my life.
Your dark curly hair is the nicest bed head I've ever seen, even when it's in an unruly state, you still look like a painting.
I've fallen for you faster than autumn leaves have fallen off trees.
If I were a bee and you were a flower--would you give me your honey?-- Even just for an hour. Can we hold hands through winter? And bloom like spring? I think I'd like to love the seasons again.

(v.m)