Zipsmokey10105

Kashmeah
2003-01-20 06:59:03 (UTC)

I don't put love into words very well

I've never been able to explain it... so here it goes...
The only time I can have the feelings that I really truly
want to feel: safe, happy, content, loved, complete... is
when I'm with him.
Just being able to sit there and have my arms wrapped
around his neck and nibbling his ear, all the while
inhaling his amazingly sweet scent that I can never seem to
get enough of... or just playing with his hair or his
stomach and making him laugh that laugh that has the power
to drive me absolutely insane.
Or while I'm sitting in the passenger's seat, and he
reaches over to hold my hand, and when it's cold he unzips
his coat and wraps himself around me to keep me extra warm.
Because... just being able to hold him is enough... seeing
him... having him pick me up and hold me in his arms.
No one else can make me feel this way. When I'm lying
there, his arm wrapped around me and my head rested on a
niche in his shoulder... I don't want to move,I don't want
to leave, I don't even want to think. I just want it to
be.
He genuinely cares for me and loves me. He's not just
another horny guy with one objective. He would hate himself
if I thought that he was. He cares about the people close
to him, and never puts anyone down. He's the most amazing
person I've ever met.
I can be myself around him, I can let everything out, and
I can feel completely comfortable with myself, how I look,
act and with who I am as a person. Not as some object that
can be used and tossed to the side.
He wants me to know that he loves me, and he tells me
everyday, several times a day. He worries about impressing
my parents because he doesn't want them to dislike
him.
Feeling his skin against mine, and his gentle touch sends
thrilling chills down my spine. His kiss is tender and
sweeps me into a warm embrace that until I had kissed him,
I'd never experienced before.
Just the way he talks to me, sometimes. We talk about the
future, our plans, where we're headed. And when we go to
college, he only says that he's going where I'm going.
Wherever that should be.
I believe him. Most say I shouldn't. But why not? Chris
has never once steered me wrong. He's not like a lot of
other guys, men, boys... whatever you want to call them.
He's different. He wants to be good for me, and he more
than surpasses my needs. I love him more than myself. And
I'll never let go.




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