Butterfiles

The moment your lips touched mine, I was impressioned by a different feeling than ever before... I wasn't thinking, where is this going to lead, I was feeling that I wanted this to be forever. I can see me with you on our couch, laughing, drinking wine, talking about our days. I can see us wrestling on our bed, as you pin me down, slowly rocking me to sleep after being embraced by you. I can imagine going on trips with you to all of our favorite places we only dreamed about, and saw in magazines. I can see me looking into those beautiful blue eyes forever.... Forever. Who would have thought I would think of forever? This is the most absolute, newest feeling I've ever felt. For the longest time, if I've seen someone, they are just THERE. They irritate me. You captivate me. They try to control me. You see me for who I am, and don't get upset when i'm not at your becking call, because you are a busy man full of wonderful ambitions. You are perfect. They only see imperfections. I hope this goes somewhere. I feel light. The good kind of light, as if you were somehow reborn. How could someone be so perfect, and truly everything you need, and everything you want? I feel shy by you, and I still get butterflies with every letter that I type into this post. You are amazing and wonderful and everything I could hope for. I had a great night prince charming. And you are the one in charge of that. I feel like a teenager again. Thank you for giving me butterflies.