I still remember the first time you held my hand... i don't know if it was the night or the moonlight, or the coldness in my hands but ****, i felt the whole entire world rushing through my veins, i felt meteorites and galaxys bursting out of my heart, i felt millions of butterflies dancing inside of my stomach, i felt the glow of the stars shining us above and even our halos as they touched. I saw the world blurry and i felt it fade slowly as i realized how every little thing fit perfectly: my hands in his, and my lips against his.

And here i find myself, thinking about the fact that life or fate whatever you want to call it, always carries me to you.
Everything leads me back to you, as if every little thing; the sunlight, the clouds, the stars, the air, the moon... are small boats carrying me back to you, back to your arms and lips that were once my home not much long ago...

I envy the sun because when you're half asleep groggy and painfully unaware of how peaceful and beautiful you look, she kisses your lips with light.
But the moon, oh she's the luckiest of them all, shes the one who knows all your 3 am thoughts and secrets, I'm jealous because she knows your sheets that get to touch every part of you as you slowly fall asleep, she gets to feel your every breath falling like crashing thunder, she gets to admire your raw beauty in your most delicate and fragile state.

I'm in love with every little piece of you ...I'm in love with your smile, your dimples and the sound of your laugh that warms me up in ways a cozy blanket couldn't, with all your imperfections, and with the work of art you simply are. I'm in love with your silly jokes that never fail to make me laugh and how you sometimes make my cheeks hurt from smiling too hard and with your sleepy voice and your cute sleepy kisses when you've just woken up from a nice nap, I'm even in love with the way you fall asleep, I love how you look; so unaware of how peaceful and beautiful you look, I love to admire your raw beauty in your most delicate and fragile state.  
I'm in love with your lips and I envy the cup of coffee or hot chocolate (cause you like both) that gets to kiss them every cold and beautiful morning and they're the only ones I want to feel against mine when I wake up at 3 am searching for comfort by someone who isn't myself.
I'm crazy about the way you look at me and the way you make me feel things that are just so indescribable, with the way you make me happy in a way no one else can because there isn't better place in the world than by your side, or even better, in your arms.
I'm in love with the fact that you've become my home... my safe comfortable and lovely home; the only place I'd like to arrive over and over again after a long exhausting trip.
I'm in love with the perfect sound of your voice that could even calm the oceans, I'm in love with when you hold my hands and how sometimes they get extra sweaty but I don't even mind because there's no other hands I'd rather hold, I'm in love with every inch of your skin, all of the small details; each and every birthmark that kind of look like stars in a mesmerizing landscape, and with all your insecurities, all your flaws and with the fact that you don't know how beautiful you are. Honestly I can't think of one thing about you I don't like because I could look at you even for a slight minute and I'd still find a hundred things I love about you and with each minute I spend with you I fall more deeply in love with you.
I'm in love with your mind, your thoughts, and your soul. I'm completely, utterly and entirely in love with all the little atoms that conform your beautiful self.