Metaphorically, I should be saying that with him I am like the brightest star. I am a coat of bright tangerine paint, I am the feeling of the sunlight pouring in on my face, I am the soft touch of his fingers on my cheek. He smiles and my heart catches on the hooks. He laughs and I want to kiss him, I want to bottle up the sound of his voice and never lose the sight of his beautiful eyes. I want to fold myself up and disappear into him and be happy forever! I have never felt this way before and my eyes fill, surprisingly, with tears as I type this. He brings me nothing but joy. He never asks anything of me but to be myself, flaws and all, and I wonder if he realizes just how long I could go just staring at him from across the table, concentrating at the scrabble board, his brow furrowed and his fingers enmeshed in his hair, his bottom lip under his top teeth as he attempts to find a word within his seven letters, the fingers of his other hand drumming softly on the table, our knees delicately touching under the table until he or I can't take the distraction anymore and move away. I rearrange the letters on my tray and spell his name. I close my eyes and wonder what good I have done in my life to deserve him. I bury my face into my pillow every night and thank God that He brought him to me. Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou. Even now I am sitting here a pile of mush unable to know when I will see him next...and I cannot wait! All I want is to be next to him. All I want is to just hold his hand to my face and tell him...