He makes me feel unordinary.
He somehow made me believe in my own uniqueness and encouraged me to stare into the mirror of his perception until I believed in my own worth and beauty.
He looks at me with the hopeful glances of a schoolyard crush, a hint of mischief behind his eyes. His laughter is like a summer day – bright and full, cloudless.
I am reduced to the consistency of melted caramel when he folds my hand in his – a warm, comforting sweetness, and sometimes, a little playful saltiness.
When the world has used me up, he can remind me of my worth and restore the shine to my spirit with a simple look.
In this world, there is no safer place for me to fall than his embrace, and no sweeter love by which I have ever been known.