#lettersfromhim

Her

I love the smell of fresh paper, like the refreshing scent of greenwoods,

Freshly bathed by the rain.

Rain gives us unwanted melancholia,

But somehow I always find peace together with it.

I love sharp pencils and sharp tongues,

ooh tongues;

I have a really playful tongue , word and uhm, play

I love the taste of skin,

Glazed with sweat from rough lovemaking or slow passionate sex,

Tangy and lovely. Distinct and remarkable.

Though I really love cuddling in the dark--

In silence, with our heartbeats as the cooing melody that will put us to sleep

As undisclosed love surrounds us with the peace and tranquillity we both found with each other

Our eyes making love in the dim light

Until we both fall in love and fall asleep on a content warm embrace.

I love the idea of you and me. Or me and you.

And I wish for the day of that elusive embrace.

Him

I love the smell of petrol and the feeling of victory.

I love warm skin burning my cold one.

I love eye contact and I love thunder and lighting.

I love nature like the hairs on your thighs and I love the smell of freshly grounded coffee everytime I pass through the factory.

I love holding hands even if they're sweaty and I love being held at night even if I can't stand be touched by people.

I love the smell of freshly washed hair and the aroma of your body even if you smell like nothing.

I love trying to braid your hair even if one of my fingers become a patch of hair and it's forever lost in there.

I love your nose and I love your pout.

I love how small you seem yet how big of a universe you carry inside your head and heart. It's outstanding to think you're hiding such a graceful thing.

I love talking about something and getting lost in track and end up talking about little details about you.

I love you, and I love how much you love me. I love that you let me love you and how you don't realize what a privilege you're granting me.

My love for you keeps getting better, and better, and better. But it will never reach the "best" because it is forever evolving and forever growing into a word I yet have to invent.