It’s the only word to describe you. I looked up the definition to be sure. I was disappointed that it was less than flattering. That’s not MY definition of it. That’s not what you are to me.
More like… More like this word encompasses all that you are. All those little things. The quirky squeaks you make when you sleep. The subtly sweet smell of your neck. The silky texture of your skin. The patterns of freckles that dance across your face. The taste you leave on my tongue.
Those are just the physical parts. I imagined your personality as a picture. I came up with lots of bright and vivid colors. Swirls of bright pink, yellow, baby blue, teal, and lime green. Bubbles and flowers. Marshmallows and caramel. Nary a dark spot to be seen.
I’m so lucky. Over and over again I ask myself; “Man, how did I do that?” “How?” I don’t know. I guess maybe I don’t really care how. I’m just glad as hell it did.
