I surrendered to you, to your kindness, to your warmth. How could I not? I can't help but let myself be brittle and soft everytime your hands reach mine to simply hold them, just because, with no ulterior motive. Your eyes when you do so speak the softest of languages; they're that transparent with me, and in my humble opinion I can say that your gaze only is my favourite sight to dream upon.
You and your way of loving and caring about me are adorable, sweet, delicate and honest. I love those qualities about you because they're given to me without needing an explanation, just because. I notice also that you are you by my side, proud to show off every bit of your truest colours, and I'm glad you believe me to be special enough to be a part of such rare audience.
You and your caring words and actions want me to believe i am deserving of your whole attention, your whole adoration, your whole you. And sincerely, I feel too greedy when you look at me so tenderly, because I know I have too much of you already just by having you by my side. I shouldn't take no more, I shouldn't crave for more.
But at the end of the day, I do. And I can't contain my words, my feelings enough my love. That's why I wanted to write something for you and you only today.
I know about the dangers of being seen, wanted, loved so deeply it makes someone feel cornered in between fondness and selfishness, that's why I scold myself when I notice I see you with stars in my eyes. But tell me, how could I not? You are the whole incarnation of nature in itself, full of details I still want to get, I still want to decode and marvel at. Details like how the curve of your smile is made of sunshine, how your eyes are the colors of the deep seas and the rocky mountains at the same time, how your hairstyle is a mixture of the wind from a snowy day and the dryness from a desert. Your presence enough is a whole sunflower field, always looking my way, making me feel something big i'm not.
You know sunflowers are my favourite, right? Imagine my struggle, wanting you to feel like the sun with my words, but your stubborn, adoring gaze looking at me as if I am that to you. Imagine for a minute how my heart skips up ten beats when you push those ideas into me and my shy self, someone whom never felt ever enough deserving of such grand love, so unique and colorful. Imagine how overwhelming it all is to me, to have a bit of my hopeless love be a tenfold reciprocated with such intensity, with such passion, with such beautifully unspoken words made of the stardust from my dreams.
And just so you know, I'm only describing how I feel when you stare at me. Imagine everything else.