He is stupid. He is my polar opposite.
Funny,loving, childish,perfectionist,special,whiney,clumsy,edgy.
Sometimes caring,kind,sweet.
He has habits that I can't stand.Loving me.
I haven't counted how many times he has said "I love you",but I know they are many.
He sees the beautiful things in life,in places no one else can see it.
He's aways there,every moment by my side.
He is the only person who knows how to push my buttons.
I do not need to be strong,he is strong for me.
Not even the finest crystal,can be more transparent than when I look into his eyes.
He gave meaning to my heart beat.
For every tear he has a word prepared to stop them.
He waits,he never leaves.
He is aways there in the moment most unexpected and most needed.
The first time I met him was when I fell in love with him.
Though he doesn't admit it,He worries too much about everthing.
He is proud,and I'm headstrong.
But if not with him,nor he with me.
I'd rather have the heart beats stop,because they would no longer have a meaning.