Sometimes

The way he talks and the way he writes, the way he looks and makes himself look, and the things he create.
The things he say and see and the way he sees them.

I love that his mind is a winding path through a dense forest, and how it changes direction in a heartbeat.
I love how he knows what I’m thinking and how I feel, and how he can turn me on with a single scentance.

I love the way he says he loves me, and the way he always lets me know he made it to where he was going.
I love how he’s smarter than most people I know without showing it off.

I love the way he carries all my secrets and all my dreams, effortlessly, as if they aren’t a burden to keep.

I love how he makes me better. How he shows me the details and the subtlety of the smallest of things.
I love how he won’t give up on me, no matter how hard things get.

I love that he knows me better than anyone else in the world and still loves me.

It’s been two years today since he jumped on my back.
It’s been two years today since I met the man who’d become my lover, my best friend, my muse and the keeper of my dreams.
Two years of love and pain and laughter and beauty.
Two years of Us.

I love you Storm, and I can no longer imagine my life without you. No matter what happens and no matter where we go, I’ll stay by your side. Always.