I could miss my favorite part of my favorite song just to hear the sound of your velvety voice and not bother about repeating the song because there wasn't anything else I wanted to hear but your voice.
No music, no metaphor, no lyric could surpass it.
There's not a problem in missing today's sunset if I get to admire your breathtaking face and examine it's imperfections, which make you absolutely perfect to my eyes.
And then I'll close my eyes and you will stay tattooed into my lids and I'll go to sleep, you'll show up in my dreams.
I could miss going to the beach- my favorite place on Earth- just to be in your arms, just to be home.
There are no other stars I'd rather take in sight other than the ones in your eyes along with galaxies and oceans and worlds inside them.
No cup of coffee can compare to your lips in the morning when my eyes are barely opened from a deep slumber.
It has only been 9 months since and it just hit me- this is not infatuation,
*I'm utterly and hopelessly in love with you.