He was my North Star that filled the night with a shining glimpse of light, a compass that guided me back home to his arms.
Out of the blue, he quietly asked, “What do I mean to you?”
His question surprised me, for he was often covert about voicing his affections, and this query was so out of character for my reserved gent. Slowly, my eyes gazed at his facial characteristics. His dark brown eyes pierced into mine as he sought his answer. My hand traced the rugged curves of his face, and his golden-brown hues glowed warmly in the late afternoon sunlight that gently lit the room. He took my hand in his and kissed my fingers softly.
Smiling, a rush of emotions tugged at my heart; I didn’t know how to answer. How do you tell someone that you love, more than life itself, how much they mean to you?
My eyes implored, “You make me smile.”
My arms pleaded “I need your touch, your embrace.”
My lips whispered, “Your kisses offer such sweetness.”
My heart purred, “Your kind spirit and love give me life.”
Emotions danced within as I thought of all the areas he touched. He was my world, my heaven. He was the moon and the stars.
My best friend, my lover, my all in all. He was my North Star that filled the night with a shining glimpse of light, a compass that guided me back home to his arms.
But through my tears, all I could muster, all I could murmur, “You are my everything.”
Satisfied, he softly kissed my lips and pulled me into his arms. And the world stopped for a moment as my love held my very essence within his embrace.