And just for thought...
I don't know why when he looks at me I feel fizzy
or how I know that he's the one that I will perish with.
He is not extraordinary but he manages to look like he is to me.
I want to yell at him, scream at him, tell him he means everything.
He understands when I want to throw dishes
and when I suddenly think I am porn star out of nowhere.
He knows I won't back down just as much as I fear everything at the same time
but there is no explanation of how I just know that this man is mine.
No rainbows shot out of our heads.
We weren't blinded by shooting stars in our eyes.
There was no near death experience that bonds us together.
He sighs at my anxiety and I grunt at his laid back nature
but our crooked corners somehow fit into the others.
I can't explain how I feel when he smiles at me out of nowhere.
He is not commercially handsome but he takes my breath away.
He wants to shake me when I start to act crazy,
to tell me to shut up when my paranoia gets the better of me,
but patience this man always has for me even at my worst.
I hold grudges and I get angry but I know my fiery spirit makes him hot for me just the same
even if he wants to douse me with cold water now and then.
We don't take walks in the park or have candle lit dinners.
We bang to Cheaters and play video games and make up dumb little songs about each other.
Still, he is the most romantic man I have ever been with.
In the quiet moments when our kisses are soft, our touch graceful,
I feel cradled, protected, loved in a way no man has ever been able to make me feel.
I don't know why this is the man my heart chose
or how I knew that he would be different then the rest
but our souls somehow found our way to each other.
He is kind and I am bitter and together we're phenomenal.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.