#luvconcept

i tell you a joke. an idiot, simple joke, and you're laughing like there's nothing funnier in the whole world. i can't help but smile, big and bright, right before tackling you down. we roll on the floor, laughing loudly, and there's no other place in the universe i'd rather be than being a complete fool in your arms. there's no other sound i'd rather hear than you stupid laugh. there's no other thing i'd rather see than this beautiful face of yours on the verge of tears from laughing hard for nothing. i love you.

the constellation of moles on your face blinks at me brightly under the city's sun. it's all i can think about as you talk your heart out about something i'm sure is interesting as hell but i can't focus enough on it right now because your lips are right there, and your hands are fidgeting expressively as you try to prove your point, and your eyes are doing that thing where you squint dramatically, and i'm kinda out of breath because. wow. how can a human being be this pretty?

having you near me, head on my chest, heart beating slowly, us, deeply there, in the moment. the tv barely making a sound as i listen to your shallow breathing. it's late at night and the city is but a sea of little stars from our window, staring at me, nothing but light, as i stare at you, nothing but light to me. i love you, as i've always. you look so at peace sleeping that i can't help to laugh a little; you're the cutest. you're the prettiest. you're the most perfect. you're everything for me.

almost all the time, i'm thinking of how lucky i am. how can I have all of the pretty things? all that comes from you and i love. the smoke that fills your lungs and the acid that comes in your jokes. the way you can bend your hand and hold a cigarette like no one. the curls of your hair and how it tangles in my fingers. the way you laugh at how dumb i can be. the way you look at me when you think i'm not looking. the face you make to concentrates when you draw. the metal you listen to and how you don't listen to anyone. all of that make you, you. all of that that's mine.

it's late, really really late, like 3am now. we're at my grandma's house, you've come with us for the family trip and so we're deep in trees and grass, in the middle of nowhere. we're under the covers, the warm blanket over us making me pant while i try not to laugh so hard. you're shifting under me and it makes the butterflies dance in my stomach, because i'm loving to take the risk to get caught with you like this, right now. i look at your face and you're oh so beautiful, all of your not so delicate traces darkening; getting sharper and even more inviting under the blueish light of our phone's screen. i look right into your eyes and with that mischievous air of yours i can see is mixed all the love in the world – i know you stored all of it just for me, inside your heart, deep in your soul. i get it now; i know how enormous was that thing all the great lovers of history were feeling, and it's you and me at their side, feeling the indescribable.

i looked down at my phone and couldn't do anything but smile; my eyes shinning not just from the brightness of the screen but from pure happiness too. all my last years being saved with the image of these silly notifications on Tumblr's page, the sensation of being able to sprinkle some love around with little dumb posts for anyone who needed. even when i messed up, when i made clear that english wasn't my mother language, people would still go through, wanting a little love to share.

i wake up in our bed and you're not there. i want to start worrying, but i hear the symphony coming from downstairs and i'm smiling like the fool i am for you. i hear the pop song that's coming out of our radio, and i hear you singing along in your beautiful silly cute way; i hear the sound of your happy footsteps in that stupid gorgeous way you like to dance and i hear the classic metallic tinkling that comes when you're cooking and you're happy. i smell something delicious, that thing i know you do with the butter for our breakfast everytime that i've never been able to replicate, that i know you do only for us, and i feel my chest get amazingly heavy – i know. you love me. i want us to be like this forever, and i love you.

me and you, an enormous flower field, pies, candies and pastries we made at home, fireflies all around us bringing a soft spark to our aura, the lights from the city far away and a bright big moon in the sky above us. i look at you; you're already looking at me, like i'm your everything. we feel peace. i love you.