Bear.

I've never been good at talking. So, I write down my feelings. 

He's the person you about in books. The really good ones. The ones that make you look over your shoulder to see if anyone spots the filth on the pages. The one that make your heart race, makes you reread the words to understand the images being displayed for you. He's the most beautiful man known tow the Gods. His smile makes you weak, and his eyes. Oh my god those eyes you can get lost in them. Nothing but a window right into thy soul. No fears for this thing we can life. Even when he speaks, I hang onto every word. His voice so audacious, his mind so categorically safe. 

His personality is emboldened. No shallow punches, straight to the point. He's unblemished. His touch sets fires to oceans, and when he works that inner caveman (as he calls it) comes out, and the pure bliss I feel to see him do anything. The way he smells after a long day of work, the sweat those glistens on his skin, the way he eats, think, speaks. The way this man breathes I would burn the world for him. 

I know at times he doesn't see why I'm with him. He thinks I need him to change. I really just see him for who he is. I've started to build a home inside of him, he's safe, special. In the past I thought I experienced love, but it was a different form. This right here makes me want to fight for things, to push back. I've never really believed in love at first sight but let me tell you; the moment I laid eyes on this man I was his, ready to submit. Weve become partners for the greater good. And I'm enjoying every minute of it