With a crooked grin, his quirky taste, and a boyish sense of humor, he never goes back on his word. He will always be that enigmatic. He will always be himself. He always tries to prove to me my worth because he's lucky enough to know his own. Mainly, he will always be the one man that I appreciate. I never thought that I would be captured by someone that is just, that is just so—
annoying—
at first.

I remember the day I walked up to ask him if I was in the right place. He smiled with that youthful grin that we all had when we were tiny and hopeful. I hate to admit but it's kind of amazing. Somehow he kept that childish smirk while every other guy I've come across only has, held fast on their faces, a look that fades into a permanently cynical and pensive glare. The rest are just humorless.

With every word he spoke to me that day, he giggled slightly as if to hold in an inappropriate burst of laughter in. He reassured me that I was where I was trying to go and welcomed me right in like the entire time I was made to enjoy his dynamic company. He's always upbeat like that and it kind of rubs off on you. Each moment spent with him is like an intricately wrapped gift; the anticipation kills you a little but every layer you find yourself peeling back is a reward that gets you closer to the pure joy of knowing what's underneath. When you see it, you know that it was meant for you and completely trust that you were supposed to fall in love with it.

It's just crazy because with his kisses that taste warm and when he holds me close I feel more aware. It's so surreal that I start to feel something pushing out from behind my ribcage like I'll explode, but it doesn't. I just feel so deeply for him it's hard for my heart to hold just one feeling when we....

To be continued...