She falls apart at the sound of his voice and melts at every syllable of his guitar
she trembles to his voice and suffocates at the mere feeling of his warmth.
She laughs to his funny faces and watches him smoke during the Summer time.
She holds him as he sniffs her hair and holds her closer to him
his lithe body,
his warmth….
This is me.
My soulmate.
He compliments me….
my only love for once in a lifetime
he makes me shake to my knees
and he makes me feel like flying….
his kisses
his really good posture
his illnesses he treats like casualties
his subtleness
his tall bad boy demeanor
his old man’s ambitions to be something he shouldn’t, and yet he stands out bold
his far away look as though he looks for something he cannot find what he is looking for
his forever good overpowering looks
his everlasting smile
his really good lying skills
He represents me.
he supports me.
My passion, and my thoughts.
and when he talks he talks enigmatically and he protects women.
I fall apart to the sound of his voice and melt at every syllable of his guitar.
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