This morning, I woke up next to him. I looked into his eyes as he stared back at me with that little smile on his face. If I could've taken a photo of how he looked, right there, exactly as I saw him, I would have treasured that photo forever. It was something that you could not fake like models try in magazines. In his eyes was a true feeling for the moment. And I just wanted to pause time and take in every little bit of it. And it wasn't just his face that was perfect, it was dim in his room where the blinds were still down and everything had a tint of blue to it. Like I said, a photo moment to treasure forever.
Whenever we're out, at work or at his, I can look at him and feel my soul lifted by a little glow inside knowing that he's mine. But it's when we're in bed, either going to sleep or just woken up and we face each other and just look into each others eyes, it's then - just then that I see something different. I still see the man I love and want to be with for years to come. But I can't help but think, "he's the guy who works in the kitchen who I've had a crush on for over a year. . ." and I still find it hard to believe that we've become this close. Like a school girls dream come true. She finds her man who she thinks she will never touch and yet somehow over time, suddenly becomes closer to him than anyone ever before.
And yet the strange thing is that we both like to have some alone time to ourselves. Although we don't spend every day together, it feels better when you know that when you come back from your alone time, they'll be there waiting. And like, when you turn over in bed and face your back to the other person. Some people take it as offence but we don't.
I don't know how to explain it, I was hoping that this might help but it hasn't. I can't find the words, either I don't know enough or the dictionary doesn't have enough. I try and think of every description in my mind but it still doesn't fully explain the feelings I carry within my heart and soul for this man.
I wonder if there's anyone else who knows how it feels.
