I’m in love with your warmest smiles. Crinkled eyes that spill secrets, that aren’t really all that secret. Shared humor and welcoming palms reaching out to embrace me. The warmth of you, in the moment. I am in love with your pauses. The way your face stops, mulling over thoughts like they have flavors. The way your heart reveals itself in the silliest of tender moments. The way your empathy makes tears spill unapologetically down your face. The way you rumble your hair with busy hands. The abundance of your shouts of glee and happiness. The way you spin in place because just feeling the happy wasn’t enough to express the way you were feeling. I love the beauty of you being happy. The way it makes me happy just by witnessing its glow.
I love the dream of you. The hope that you exist this way in your every waking day. I love these parts of you, even though we have never met.