First Name: Julien

Last Name: Laurent

Eyes: light amber

Hair: thick and dark

Size: fitting mine perfectly

Weight: definitely strong enough, but still quite lanky

IQ: 142 :-P

 

This is an easy way to describe somebody you see every day. This isn’t really romantic and full of feelings and love, but the truth is, I could tell you many things and still it wouldn’t cover all that he represents for me.

 

I could tell you he’s kind and tender, loving and adoringly cute. I could tell you his mind matches mine in a way that startles me sometimes, I could tell you his love frightens me yet reassures me all the same all the time.

 

I could tell you about his job, about his friends, his incredible life, so short yet so eventful. I could tell you about his hands that are so soft yet so strong. I could tell you about his unwavering protectiveness and his need for it just the same.

 

I could tell you about the way his lips curve down when he pretends he isn’t happy and about the marvels those very same lips can create. I could tell you about those eyes, so deep and warm, so incredibly full of the things he doesn’t say.

 

I could tell you about the way he holds me, the way he kisses me. I could tell you all those things… and many more.

 

But I won’t.

 

Because he’s my life today and my life tomorrow; because he belongs to me the way I belong to him, and that’s pretty much all you need to know about him, all you need to care for.

 

Love has a way to stir up all the good in you, yet surprises you, startling you from behind. Not expecting love is welcoming it with the strength of a football player in action. All the rest becomes second best, everybody else becomes second best.

 

I surprise myself in thinking he has become not only the one I love, but the Only one I ever want to love. I surprise myself in thinking he has become my best friend and confident at the exact same level as he’s my lover (I won’t say “boyfriend”, it just doesn’t cover it… plus I don’t like it : sounds way too teenage-like).

 

Anyway, the questions fuse: Is it a moment? Will it last forever? And more important: why should I care at the moment, since I truly believe it will.

 

For now, I go blindly where my heart guides me. But my head forbids me to feel it, feel the consequence of this walk, this wandering through life. I’m slowly discovering it again, slowly being the key word here. Not to be scary, but not to be scared either. I love it, and I cherish it. Fulfilling the dream I never thought existed for me.