Bruised.
Beaten.
Thrashed.
Yet,
you remained soft.
I think you
are made of water.

I fell in love with;
Your smile that curves like moon
Your smooth tanned skin
Your soft lips
The smell of your cologne
The touch of your gentle bare hands
But most importantly,
How your eyes could make me
Fall in love with you
All over again.

He sleeps so peacefully.

With my head on his chest I listen  to his heart beat.

My fingers running through his soft hair.

He seems so innocent and vulnerable.

I get so overwhelmed by emotions I can barely breathe.

This is what falling hard feels like.