*FYI: I’m not claiming to be good at writing or poetic by any means*

I don’t remember the last time I felt something so electric as when I first laid eyes on you. Shoulder-length blonde hair, eyes the color of the sky on a rainy day, god you had the cutest fucking nose. You smiled at me, imperfect teeth, you got embarrassed when I looked. You had no idea that all I was thinking was “wow”, over and over the entire time you were talking. You took me out to a cute sandwich shop tucked away in the corner of our little town, I was nervous to eat in front of you. Silly right?

Is that when the whirlwind started? Is that when I fell for you? I have no idea, I can’t remember anymore.

All I know is the first time you put your arms around me and slipped your hand into my back pocket, I realized that I didn’t want to be anywhere else. Ever. Because being there with your head on my chest, your face looking up at mine, is my definition of beauty.

The smell of your vanilla lotion when we lay together, the softness of your lips when you kiss me, the scars on your stomach that I like to trace with my fingers. 

The way my heart skips a beat whenever you hold my hand.

If perfection had a name it would be Melanie.