He looks at me like I am his goddess. 3 months and 6 days ago I met him. Golden brown eyes glowed amber as his gaze met mine over coffee. My mouth ached from the constant smile on my face, as our laughter thundered through the cafe. Genuine caring and kindness flooded my conscious with warmth, as acceptance, encouragement and intellectual conversation flowed during our river walks, breakfast and dinner dates. Our early morning chatter was encumbered by giggling fits and passionate embraces. We held each other so tight we would never let each other go.
So much has happened since our first date. His transparency in thought, such as how he thought I was the most beautiful being on earth and I was the most special person to him in the world seemed surreal, like I was floating on cloud nine. Such candid conversation encouraged me to open the gate to the years of heartbreak and disappointment that barricaded my heart. I felt his breath on my neck as I moaned in anticipation of what was to come, as he continued to greet me with a warm, tight embrace. I melted into his touch whenever his lips or hands met mine. Being away from him felt alien and unnatural, like I had lost a limb or the capacity to breathe deeply. I was caught off guard by the knowledge that I had started to surrender to the way I felt. The brief moment of anxiety made me catch my breath, followed by a wave of reassurance as I recalled his words and actions of affection and assurance. I know this is not like anything I had felt before.
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