my love
journal-entryLet me tell you about my dearest one.
He's so pure. His heart is so pure.
His eyes sparkle. His face is so expressive. His body and skin break out in goosebumps when he witnesses something that his spirit recognises.
He has a deep appreciation for many things that go unnoticed or that people don't care about.
He cherishes those that he loves and takes such pride in his relationships.
He is attentive and deliberate in his interactions with others.
He is chatty with strangers, always asking for their name and pulling information from them using his disarming charm and inquisitive questions.
He is competitive and ambitious in the best way, and balances this with a genuine compassion for others and a friendly nature.
He is commanding, but not domineering.
He is fiercely protective.
He communicates what he wants and never plays games.
He is confident but not full of himself.
He is curious about how the world works and as a result, is a repository of interesting factoids.
He is cheeky and playful. He is boisterous and funny. He is witty.
He is incredibly emotionally intelligent and knows how other people work.
He is reasonable and hardly takes offense. He is practical and fair.
He works hard and plays hard.
He is adventurous and (his words) is "always willing to try something at least twice".
He is romantic and extraordinarily poetic.
He is a writer and a poet.
He is an exceptional friend.
He is a beautiful lover.
He is the epitome of masculinity in the purest sense – not the toxic kind, but the kind that makes for a wonderful husband and excellent father.
I love you to the marrow of my bones, my love.