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I want to write about how his eyes look more green than blue when he’s happy. I want to write about the way his lips curl at the ends when he smiles. I want to write about his face when he does something silly. I want to write about his expression when he’s embarrassed or worried. I want to write about how perfect his hands are and about the times he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. I want to write about his laugh and how it immediately brings a smile to my face. I want to write about the rhythm of his heart beat when our bodies are pressed against each other’s. I want to write about how breathtakingly beautiful he looks when his eyes are closed for 3 seconds more than mine after we pull back from a kiss. I want to write about how he touches me, so gently. I want to write about the certainty in his voice when he says he's falling for me. I want to write about his crooked nose although it’s hard to describe but I’d kiss it anyways. I want to write about how he lifts me up so effortlessly and our eyes meet. I want to write about how he sends a chill down my spine by just breathing near my neck and then he kisses it. I want to write about the way he kisses my entire face and then all the way down to my stomach without making me uncomfortable. I want to write about the last kiss he gives me before he leaves just to pull away and kiss me a few times again. I want to write about all the efforts he makes just to see me happy. I want to write in lengths about how I appreciate all his small and big gestures. I want to write about his kindness and how much I love him for the person he is. I want to write about how he distances himself from everyone when he’s in pain and how I tell him that he can tell me about his worries no matter how small and insignificant they seem to him because I care and I hate it when he suffers on his own. I want to write about how he makes me feel safe when he holds me and all my worries disappear. I want to write about why he’s my definition of ‘home’. I want to write about how patient he is with me and how he understands me when I don’t understand myself. I want to write about how I think of him from the moment I wake up in the morning till my eyes close and fall asleep at night. I want to write about why I’d rather taste his mouth than anything or anyone else’s and how strangely happy his uncanny fetishes for the way I say certain words make me feel. I want to write about why I stare at him all the time than look at the people or things around us. I want to write about why’d I rather sleep on his shoulder than my own pillow and how simple but extremely satisfying it is when our hands intertwine. I want to write about him because he shows me different colors of the rainbow on days I saw only grey and black. I want to write about him in details and how he makes me feel. I want to write about him because he’s my beginning and my end and without him around I feel lonely. I want to write endless poems about him but instead of pen and paper I’ll write it with my lips on his skin.

Dignity /ˈdignitē/ noun



1. The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache.



2. The moment you realize your God had greater plans for you that don’t involve crying at night or sad Pinterest quotes.



3. The moment you stop comparing yourself to others because it undermines your worth, education and your parent’s wisdom.



4. The moment you live your dreams, not because of what it will prove or get you, but because that is all you want to do. People’s opinions don’t matter.



5. The moment you realize that no one is your enemy, except yourself.



6. The moment you realize that you can have everything you want in life. However, it takes timing, the right heart, the right actions, the right passion and a willingness to risk it all. If it is not yours, it is because you really didn’t want it, need it or some God prevented it.



7. The moment you realize the ghost of your ancestors stood between you and the person you loved. They really don’t want you mucking up the family line with someone that acts anything less than honorable.



8. The moment you realize that happiness was never about getting a person. They are only a helpmate towards achieving your life mission.



9. The moment you believe that love is not about losing or winning. It is just a few moments in time, followed by an eternity of situations to grow from.



10. The moment you realize that you were always the right person. Only ignorant people walk away from greatness.

Dear soul,

this is what I want from you… I want you to be happy. I want you to wake up every morning knowing you are loved by the most important person in your life and that is you. I want you to talk to people, old/young, learn what makes their world go round. I want you to laugh, laugh a lot. I want you to do things for yourself by yourself and know if you ever need a hand to hold you have your own. I want you to keep your family close and continue to make memories with them. I want you to travel and learn about different parts of the world and become inspired. I want you to keep your heart open and let people in. To always learn from life and know when one door closes another opens, always. To be kind and love your enemies even if you don’t understand why, one day you will. I want you to listen to your heart and always follow the path in which it leads you, even if in the end it breaks. You have given all those broken pieces a chance to re build so your heart can be stronger then it’s ever been. Don’t be scared, this is your rebirth. I want you to handle criticism, as your soul I am not afraid to of it because I know it will help me evolve. I want you to learn to be gentle with your ego and show it the world is a beautiful place. This is what I want from you…I want you to be happy.

I wish that I could show you - this black thing that is my soul. I wish that I could lift it up, outside of myself, and place it in front of your magnificent eyes. Saying, here, look, this is me - and I am sorry I am always hiding. But, look, here, this is me, and now… can you understand? Look - there - into the blackness, can you understand my silence now? Look - there - into the pain… Can you understand why I hide away? But, look, there - come even closer - it is tangled up in everything. Do you see it, my love? Do you see it at all? This is my love for you. Do you see how it is knotted up into every part of me? Do you see how it saturates, unbroken, throughout my entire being?

I love it when you make me tea, without me even needing to ask especially when you know I don't feel good.. I love it when you put it in our favorite mug, the one I got for you, shaped like a dragon, so the steam comes out it’s nose like it just breathed fire and burnt the kitchen down. But it didn’t, that was you last time you tired to reheat our pizza in the oven. You only set the pizza on fire but put it out in time, you just set the fire alarm off. But I thought the house was burning down around me with all the smoke and I looked for the most valuable thing in my life to save... But you weren’t there. You were in the kitchen with a goofy grin, mumbling apologies as a tried to cling to your soul, my heart racing with fear and then with relief and then from just being around you...

I always looked for someone to go on adventures with

And then I met you

And we went on many adventures, yes

But I realized that I wasn’t searching for someone to go on adventures with

But rather to find the adventure within someone

And I then realized you were the adventure

Exploring the things that made you laugh

Taking the paths that ran throughout your mind

Tracing the lines along your body

You are my favorite adventure of all.