Adjectives

Every time I’m with my love, as he holds me in is arms, he tells me things. He confesses his love to me, he tells me how much I mean to him, and he uses beautiful adjectives. Adjectives that, said in his charmingly quirk manner, make my knees wobble, my heart melt, and my mind buzz. But, if my mind is buzzing I can’t do the best job possible confessing my love to him. My use of adjectives become  … over used. They seem generic to me and whether he feels the same or not I feel for my own sanity that I must get exactly what he is down in written word (or Microsoft word to be more specific).

                He’s brilliant, in mind and in spirit, which as a matter of fact is what originally attracted me to him in the first place. He has a beautiful soul, an innocent one, not just in virginity but he seems to have been kept from all tarnishes in the world. He’s clean from all imperfections. At the same time his imperfections are what make him perfect. They are not so much imperfections to me but shiny medals of valor. He really has no need for shame yet he feels it. This makes him humble. He knows he’s not the center of the world (not including mine). He’s brave too. He’s the knight in shining armor that I never thought I could need so much. He’s the only one who I have ever felt comfortable enough to tell everything. I could never lie to him. I have never lied to him. I could lie with him; in a bed I mean, curl up beside him and sleep. He accepts me for me. He’s talented. Not many can edit film like he does. He’s determined, if he sets his mind to something he does it. He’s gentle, not once has he hurt me. Not once has he asked me to do anything I never wanted to do. He’s chivalrous, gentlemanly. He’s funny and honest. His sense of humor is one to rival that of Robin Williams. He knows how to make me feel my best. Not to mention he’s more handsome than Channing Tatum and with a smile twice as irresistible.  His eyes are a shade of sky blue with an utter deepness to them, like Lake Erie but a million times more beautiful. He’s phenomenal, and he never ceases to amaze me. He loves me even during sinus season when I’m all sniffley. He tells me I’m beautiful, although I’ll never believe him he believes himself. Also he tells me I’m intelligent. He opens doors not only tangible ones but doors to my world. He has torn down every wall I’ve spent years building up, and it didn’t even hurt. He is my Atlas, holding up my whole world, and yet simultaneously being my whole world. I would do anything for him. I truly believe he would do anything for me. I really do love him.