the familiar and friendly face.
A smile that is contagious
and instantly makes you grin.
I would see him and know that it is right,
that he thinks I am simply magic.
His arms would wrap me up, secure in his chest.
We would talk incessantly about an array of topics,
yet nothing in particular.
He would make me laugh just by being himself,
and wanting nothing more then to hear my cackle.
We would share moments of calm and excitement,
then awe and lasting passion - never hiding how we feel about each other.
The comfort of being, simply a given with him;
never censoring the vivacious person I am in fear of being too much.
In him, I would find a companion and a friend -
most importantly a man who loves me, adores me...
and will never forget to see me for who I really am.
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