She was as loud as a thunder clap and as wild as a circus. her eyes were the color of the sky, a pool of the lightest blue. her hair — long, light, untamable. 

He was a powerful presence, constant as a tide. his eyes were the color of the darkest chocolate, a canyon of the deepest browns. his skin — soft, dark, unforgettable. 

A dichotomy, the two of them. complete opposites. yet together, everything made sense.

they met by the river and lay in the grass, just staring at the sky and listening to the breeze. They sat silently in each other‘s presence, sometimes that’s all they needed. 

she wished it could be like this all the time, living in her own little fantasy where it’s just the two of them. 

Him and her, her and him. The only two things that matter.

his voice is one that soothed her soul and messed with her senses. he spoke in a language of love and want, even if he didn’t understand or notice it. he looked at her like his life depended on it and his every breath was one taken for her — to be with her. 

A smile that made her heart stop. a tone that calms the roaring in her mind. His hands and arms held and touched her in a way that she had never experienced. 

He was always so gentle, so sweet. Something that she knew he reserved just for her. 

he made my days better and my sleepless nights disappear. the impact he had on me was immeasurable. i don’t think he even knows it. i loved him.