Falling in love is intoxicating. Everyday you find something new to love. The way light hits their eyes. Their gorgeous marbled irises. The depths of their pupils. The lines on their face. You could trace every last one in your sleep. You could close your eyes and feel their presence, even when they aren’t with you. Especially when they aren’t with you.
Their scent. Its not a perfume, you know that for sure, because they don’t own any, but its undeniably them. And you don’t need anything else, really, you would scent all your clothes in their fragrance.
Loving someone is coming back home after a long day at work and sinking into your cold bed with warm sheets and a cold pillow. Just right. You’re so tired you fall right asleep, mid conversation, and they smile and turn off the lights. They kiss you goodnight and turn the lights off.
You know every inch of their body. You want to memorize it.