A love letter

I loved to watch him sleep, with that tranquility, with that peace, watching his chest rise and fall with extreme calm, his features were relaxed, his body motionless and his mind lost in the dreamland dreaming something wonderful or perhaps only in that quiet and totally safe place where we all go when falling into that unconsciousness.
I enjoyed watching him sleep, but i enjoyed more watching him wake up, see how he comes back, opens his eyes trying to focus something and smiles when he sees me, giving me many kisses all over my face even being closer to sleep than reality. Maybe feeling lucky or maybe just feeling happy like me. Waking up next to the person you love.

Every day is like a new adventure you know? Because you are knowing almost completely a person that at one point you would never have imagined knowing and it is wonderful. You know his habits, his tricks, his good and bad mood. And you are holding on to this new person you know, and you like it or good, I love it in particular.
Living together can be a challenge sometimes because we do not agree on everything, but when night falls we always return with our sentimentality, our kisses, our caresses and their beautiful smiling smile before getting lost in the unconsciousness because it turns out that what we have makes us invisible to the bad vibes of people. Never a person had made me so happy with the simple action of preparing my favorite food and guess what, this is just the beginning. More challenges will come, and of course, more love.

I was so used to ordinary people, to basic people. That when I came across him I was not ready, he took me by surprise, it made me an instant chaos, all my reactions and responses were impulsive and without a half grain of reasoning. I did not stop to think about what could happen, I was just there with fear of giving everything for the impulse, with fear of wanting it, afraid to adore it, afraid to love it, afraid to fall in love with something unstable or fleeting. And yet here I am, waiting for him with open arms in the attempt to giving everything of me. Until I vanish my fears ... or even mix them with theirs.