I love the way your hair falls over your eyes and glasses. It gives off a sense of mystery that baffles me. I love how tall you are. It makes me feel small and secure next to you. I love the way you play your saxophone. It gives me chills whenever I hear it and they last for hours. I love how you are with your family. It makes me think of a possible future together. I love the way you talk, so soft, yet demanding attention. It reminds me of a beautiful flower that enthralls whoever sees it. I love the way you smile and how rarely I get to see it in its true form. It makes me want to work all the more harder to draw it out. I love how silly you act sometimes. It reminds me of the child you still possess. I love the way you are always so sweet. It makes me think of how even my favorite candy couldn't beat you with it's sugar. I love how you love me. It makes me want to be a better person.
There are two people that I write the most about. This one is my fantasy.