We carve out the spice of life every day.
We live amid adventure and inspiration, bound by eternal love.
I want someone whose eyes fill up with warmth and silk when he looks at me.
Dmitriy Ilkevich
His eyes glistening with gratitude for having found us.
He is brought to his knees by the raw affection we feel for each other.
Gossamer but eternal, loving but sturdy, avant-garde but true, boring but raving.
Someone who asks how my day went, expecting lengthy answers and devouring it all.
Someone who checks links and videos I send him so he can get inside my wiry head.
Someone for whom my body is a temple of love, a sacred place that should not be violated.
Someone willing to go the distance, to choose me and us above everything else.
He is open to life, our differences, and this catastrophic world with a bosom of empathy.
Someone equitable and respectful to his very core.
Someone who guards his promises like combination locks on safety deposits.
I dont need to ask for anythingworthy gifts, understanding, respect, empathy, or reassurance.
Because he is an ocean of these unasked blessings, embracing me with everything all the time.
He wouldnt squander our time or life together because he cherishes it.
He exposes himself, mentally and physically, with no fear.
There are no masks between us.
Every evening, we come home to each other, leaving the world behind.
Our pretty solace negates all petty concerns of the outside.
Our limbs dovetailing in oscillating synchronicity throughout the night, relaxing and shielding.
We carve out the spice of life every day.
We live amid adventure and inspiration, bound by eternal love.
Our travels are wondrous; we embark on many unexpected journeys.
Experiences worthy experiences galore.
Turquoise water and audacious sunsets.
He observes my eyes lighting up with magic and smiles his happy smile.
We create a rosy garland out of these experiences and wear it around our necks simultaneously.
I unconditionally turn to him and only him.
He knows me so well that he can grasp my upset when I walk into the room.
His fundamentals in life align with mine.
We grow from the same green grass and we follow the same path of freedom.
Our mere differences are respected by each other, and we agree to lovingly disagree.
At the end of the day, our molds are the same.
With time, love generally stales down like bread kept out for a few days straight.
But ours wont, because it is not neglected and kept out.
Deliberately consistent effort keeps our love alive and kicking.
Our love will only get better with time, like wine and whiskey.
An emotional honeymoon every day.
The excuse of this is just how I am is never brandished at me in arrogant banter.
He makes effort and continues to make more effort.
And I do the same for him.
Quirks are more than tolerated.
They are celebrated with pride and remarkable humor.
We are nothing short of thriving together, like a pair of playful penguins in the poles.
We are in our own land of self-fulfillment, coming out into the open when we must.
This is the wholesome love.
And this is what you deserve, baby girl.
