kethist

I love him.
When I wake up, he’s on my mind.
I love him.

When I laugh, I think of how we’d laugh together.
When I cry, I think of how he’d comfort me.
How his warm arms embrace my body and hold me close to his.
I love him.

In conversation, I think of his input.
He inspires me, he believes in me and he co-exists with me.
I love him.

I love his how his hair falls,
how his skin reddens easily,
how he kisses me both tenderly and rough.

I love his open-minded, laid-back behaviour.
I love his shitty puns.
I love his clumsiness.

I love him.
I love how he loves me.
I love us.

2am manifestation of my affection. (via vulgaries)