He has the most beautiful brown eyes I have come across. Large, and soft. They are his mother's.
He also has a gut-wrenching smile. It makes me want to move the world for it. When I know that I've done something that gives me back that smile, the one where the dimples show and the eyes light up, I want to die right there and then.
He is smart. He is silly. He's a quick thinker that has the wisdom of experience behind him, but you could just as likely find him playing a practical joke. Sometimes he puts the two together, and I get to see that spontaneous, playful side to him. The mischievous side.
The one that makes him start dancing when I'm driving in my car, as his favourite song comes on.
He's a man. He has strength, and he knows what he's doing. Sometimes, he has that look in his eyes, that sound in his voice – and it's indisputable; he's a real man. He will protect me.
He's also a charmer. People want to follow him. There is something about him that makes him powerful, influential. I am caught deep under his spell but I love it; I would do anything for him.
When I'm with him, my world revolves around him and everything else ceases to exist. It's never enough.
Sometimes, I wonder what the hell I did right in this life or any previous life to have the privilege of having him as a partner on this journey. Someone to stand by me to be everything I need in a person and more. Maybe I got lucky. But he hates it when I say that.
Maybe I don't need to think about it. Maybe it's simple... Maybe I'm his, and he's mine.
