He tells me there's something about my eyes: the way they're so crisp and clear, so passionate when he gets me in the right mood- it intimidates him.

I am in love with him. I love how he holds my hand while we're driving in his car, and how he turns to look at me at every red light. I love how he holds me, and how he kisses me. I love how he is hardworking and reliable. Always on time. Never angry. Always forgiving. Never one to hold a grudge. I love how he wants to please me. I love how he is not intimidated by my sexuality. I love how he is happy just watching me. I love how he runs his hands through my hair. I love how he listens.

I'm at this point where everything seems so clear. I know exactly what I want, and I'm not afraid of anything anymore.