A Million Reasons
Now I know why they name hurricanes after people.
There we were: standing front row at a concert for our favorite band. He had his arms wrapped around me from behind; although I had such love for the band, I couldn't focus on anything except him. He was so beautiful, his body towering over me and making me feel safe inside, despite the hundreds of people behind me pushing and shoving me towards the barricade. As annoying as this cliché is, he felt like home.
The morning after, I woke up to find him asleep next to me, cuddled up against his chest. After a quick shower, we both head out for coffee. We sit down at our favorite table and lock hands, admiring each other from across the 3-foot table. As he was gently rubbing circles around my knuckle with his thumb, he took a sip of coffee. His glasses fogged up and he looked at me with his cute little brown doe eyes and steamed up glasses. We laughed at how ridiculous he looked and reminisced at how the exact same thing happened on our first date.
Flashback: It was our first date. Why was I so nervous? I had hung out with him before, but I guess that was before we officially declared it was a date—before we decided that this relationship could potentially be something more than friends. Should I act cool or should I be vulnerable? Would he be surprised if he realized how hard I fell for him or would he have already recognized it because my eyes gave away too much?
Oh shoot, he's here. I pictured how he would look on our first date but man, when I opened that door, he looked ten times more beautiful than I could've ever imagined. He makes me feel like a supernova just exploded inside me: all the joy, happiness, excitement, nervousness, and warmth in my chest is shining through, no matter how much I try to hide it.
We're going to this romantic little coffee shop downtown; I don't think I've ever been more excited for coffee. I got a mocha and he got a latte with foam in the shape of a heart, how fitting. He admired it, took a sip, and immediately burnt his tongue and fogged up his glasses. He exclaimed, "That was hot." "Your coffee?" I asked. "No, you." I rolled my eyes at the terrible line he just used but my cheeks gave it away, I was blushing nonstop.
After we finished our coffee, we sat and talked for hours. How is it that after so many months, he still makes me feel the same way we did on our first date?
He's the feeling you get when you first hear the beats of your favorite song, or when you see the bright lights of the city for the first time, or the feeling of the sun on your skin when you've been cold for hours — the blanket of warmth that engulfs you in its warm caress. He is the human embodiment of stepping foot on a warm, sandy beach and watching the pink skies while the sun sets behind the waves crashing on the shore.
He's in every word I write, every song I listen to, and every smile I show. I guess I'll forever think about how you could light up a whole day with your smile and how I'm worried that one day you'll leave and I won't ever find someone who compares to you.
Sometimes when I see you, my chest tightens and blood rushes through my veins, and I can't stop admiring the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. I wonder how it's possible that you can do nothing at all whereas I'm falling into pieces. God, what is it about you that makes me lose my mind?
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