He is stupid.
He is my polar opposite.
Funny.
Loving.
Child[ish].
Joyful.
Perfectionist.
Special.
Whiney.
Clumsy.
Edgy.
Foolish.
sometimes loving.
Kind.
Sweet.
Forgetful.
He has habits that I can't stand.
Loving.
I haven't counted how many times he has said "I love you", but I know they are many.
He sees the beautiful things in life, in places no one else can see it.
He's always there, every moment by my side.
He is the only person who knows how to push my buttons.
I do not need to be strong, he is strong for me.
He doesn't let me cry, he cries for the both of us.
Not even the finest crystal can be more transparent than when I look into his eyes.
He gave meaning to my hear beat.
For every tear he has a word prepared to stop them.
He waits, he never leaves.
He is always there in the moment most unexpected and most needed.
The first time I met him was when I fell in love with him.
Though he doesn't admit it, he worries too much about everything.
I'm proud.
and I'm headstrong.
But If not with him,
nor he with me,
Then have the heart beats stop because they would no longer have a meaning.
Others will call it every name possible.
Disease.
Promiscuous.
Weird.
Precious.
Simple.
Complicated.
Difficult.
Painful.
Truth.
Pitiful.
All the people on the planet would call it many names.
But the days continue to pass...
...without having found the exact definition of this.
And there is nothing...
...that can define it better.
The first time that-
The first time that I met him-
was when-
The first time that I met him was-
When I fell in love with him.
It is useless to try to understand it all.
Because it was never necessary to define a feeling...
...so small...
...and at the same time so big.
All you have to do is feel it.