𝑖 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠. . . 1/03/23

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 Wednesday 1st march 2023.

9:39 at night. 

 i love him. three words i say a lot - all day, every day, sometimes too many times, i think i might drive him insane, but i do. i love him.
i love his messy brown, curly, hair. even when he says it’s untamed.
i love his crystal blue eyes and how soft they seem in daylight. how warm they feel in the stars shadow. 
i love the art that coats his skin, a personal colouring book: maybe just, but also a journal, scribing things and feelings. examples of his personality running more skin deep. i love his lips. how they pout when he doesn’t intend. the perfect shade of pink. the only shade i’ll ever truly request.
i love his moles and the loose eyelash on his cheek setting just under the brim of his glasses from where he's rubbed his tired eyes.
i love the clinking noise he makes when he walks as his necklaces brush together.
i love the rings that lay scattered on his hands. a fair few editions i added myself. valentines. birthdays, just be cause. little whispers of i love you, welded into a silver stain.
i love his ears, his nose and the sweet notes of his voice. how it shifts when he’s talking to animals, how soft it it with me - how southern it gets with others. the twang tone that lurks on his tongue. parting him from the rest of the room. though he’d deny it, it’s my favourite sound.
i love how he shuffles at night, sighs in his sleep, and grumbles on Sundays. the sighs he lets out when he’s stirred himself awake. or his dogs somehow in his way.

i could go on for a million years about him, his smile - how he aggressively opens straws. how he’s so sad when he’s sick, and how it makes me want to look after him even more.

so, when i say i love him and i always have, i mean more than you know, more than he knows. i know. anyone knows. more than i ever thought was possible. i love him in the cheesy, cliché, kind of way. the way from the big screens, something from dreams. through every rain storm, hot summers day and more than every leaf falling in fall. over every bumpy pothole. every ice slip, every drop of snow fall.

i love him. each day, that tiny bit more.