love is the only thing big enough to make me fight my demons. ward them off. wave them goodbye. send them packing.

darkness, you, you mean nothing to me when this man lying by my side every morning with his mouth slightly upturned opens his big, kind eyes to look at me and smile...

when the very scent of him provokes an out pour of emotion, be it suppressed, or shown through physical gestures.

when he puts his hand in mine and my entire existence warms to his very touch.

there is nothing like it in the whole world. nothing could replace it. nothing comes close. nothing can touch it.

absolutely nothing.

I love this being so completely that his happiness becomes priority.

I see us in fields of overgrown grass, hands clasped, laughing under the sun all day. intoxicated with desire. and always reaching out to hold that comfortable place where even when the spell wears off...we love each other all the more for the mere fact that we're not gods or heroes...for the fact that we're simply humans with a lot of love to share.