By Melissa L. Webb
I sit and watch you. You are beauty personified. The way your brow creases when you’re concentrating. The way you throw your head back when you laugh. The way you smile, genuine and pure, like the heart of a newborn. I adore these things and more.
There is so much to you. So much that other people can’t even see. I do. I see it all and I can’t get enough. The way you make me feel is exhilarating. I feel I could do anything because you exist in the world. You are all I think about. Day. Night. It’s always you.
You are my everything. I breathe because you breathe. My heart beats only to sync with yours. I am your slave, chained to you by these unseen ropes of devotion.
I watch you at work. I watch you with your friends and family. I watch you out in public. The times I can’t watch you I ache so deeply I think my soul might rip in two. My eyes were meant to take you in; it’s pure torment when they can’t do what they were created for.
I stand in your room at night, watching you sleep. I hear the soft sounds of breath your body takes in while you dream, and it makes my knees weak. The feel of your skin excites me to no end. These stolen moments, when I am this close, is pure paradise to me. I long to climb into bed and put my arms around you, holding you until the morning light comes, but I never do. I know it’s not time. I’m not ready to risk my heart.
But, soon, I will be.
I have been hurt before. That’s what has made me so cautious. There have been others I’ve wanted. They didn’t understand what I felt for them. They couldn’t see what I had to offer. We could have been perfection. They were blind, so bad things happened.
I don’t want that to happen with you. It would hurt too much to do the bad things to you. You are my everything. My whole life has become you.
I know I don’t have to worry about that. I can see who you are inside. You’ll know true love when you see it. You won’t be blind like the others. I’m sure of that because you are perfection. I know I can trust you with my heart.
So, soon, my love. We will be together.
© 2015 Melissa L. Webb