He is beyond a gentleman,
He bleeds intelligence.
His voice stings my heart with love.
His soft smile makes me melt.
He is a walking piece of melodic genius.
He gets my intuition.
His eyes gleam with desire and passion.
His love for life makes me feel alive.
He is unique, and he is all mine.
If you ever wake up missing him, remember every time you woke up without him in bed, wondering where he was and when he would come home. If you get pains in your chest when you pass his house in the car, count to ten and breathe slowly. Now speed up, blast your music, and scream obscenities at the top of your lungs. If your morning coffee tastes of his tongue, try tea. If your song comes on the radio, I strongly suggest you change the station. Actually, change your sheets, your hair. When you dial his number and hang up five times in a row, call your mom instead.
If you ever wake up missing him, remember that the past is no place to live. Memory lane is an ugly place to visit, lined with dilapidated houses that have been vacant for years and potholes in the middle of the street. Stay away.
Christ wrecks us, holds us and rebuilds us; it is the greatest blessing we can ever hope for.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.