He made me want to remember the moments that were slowly slipping away from me.
And keep them safe from the minds of the negative. The minds of those who’d try to comprehend the incomprehensible. Because love is such a delicate state now, yet I can’t seem to push it away from me.
It’s the way he’ll pull my face up, and make me look into his eyes. And tell me that no matter what is said, he will always believe I am beautiful. And I swear, that is enough for me. He’ll move my hair to see my imperfections and kiss them delicately to let me know that it’s alright to be flawed, and that he takes my flaws as he takes my strengths; openly with a warm heart.  And that will never change.
And I look at him, and I see that I want to be better because he’s there. I want to be better for him. I want to know how far this can go. I could have spent forever in his arms, and I know it’s a cliché, but if I had to choose between having today on repeat forever or having to move forward, today would be my final day. And I’d never cry again. Today, I felt true happiness with him.
And I will wonder how long I will have it for. But for now, I’ll keep it close to my heart. And remember that nothing can take away how happy he made me in the early hours of this morning.