the songs of my heart, you knew each one

It's more often than you recognize it 

(and I love that) 

My gaze directed at you with a soft, wide smile. 

And I swear I could never look at you long enough to be satisfied enough to look away. 

Those tired eyes. 

Eyelids fighting the urge of open vs closed. 

Facing me, only inches, yet all that is in focus is the color blue and a growing grin. 

That's my happy. 
Constant tidal waves rushing over me each time you touch me.

"Man, look at you." 

"Are you happy? That's all I want." 

All the words you say to me 

No playlist of songs made-no greater song sung- nothing compares

This is Troy and I still want YOUR number (; is where it began. You picked me up with a bouquet hidden behind your back. With our exact same music taste feeling like our souls were in sync with every lyric wanting to be dropped on our lips. 

When auto correct did a job well done. You called me shlee. and I told you I'm digging the magic. You told me I'm your favorite way to spend your time and Shirtsleeves has become a broken record my heart beats to.

You know I don’t like my hands or thighs but you somehow erase the importance of my flaws.

You remind me in silence with the way you squeeze my hand, fingertips on the skin, to enjoy right now.

And January 2nd. Starting the year off with you. Teaching me about what I wished and hoped for most, 

courage. 

I could go on and on about the way you make my heart feel. But being with you I always seem to be at loss for words. And I had never been one to not have words. And yesterday it hit me.. describing you and how I feel only comes through saying 

I love you.