He Calls Me Beautiful.

There's something completely inspiring in the way he calls me beautiful. When he says my name in that low, soulful moan I feel like I'm floating on air. We've known each other a lifetime, but every time he's near feels like the first time.

I would be dishonest if I said I have any degree of surety around him. I mean whenever I know he is calling my heart skips a beat. I have to swallow hard, check myself to be certain that my words are coherent. I get butterflies in my stomach and my breath quickens. My palms sweat. Then he calls me beautiful and I know that this is what I want for the rest of my life.

I want a life in his love of my beauty. I want to hear him say my name in that low, soulful moan. want him to smile upon me and make me feel young again. I want to laugh with him about awkward silences. I want to curl up with him and do nothing. I want to walk on sidewalks with him and feel something, magical.

I know my giddiness will soon evaporate into the atmosphere of responsibilities. I am fine with that as long as he is there to share them. I've looked at the future and I know that we can make it because when he calls me beautiful I know it's forever. I know that whatever may come he sees deeper into my soul than even I do. He acknowledges that which everyone else would have me bury.

We are comfortable. Even in our difficult newness, we are sympatico. We've known each other for a lifetime and, though much has changed, enough has remained so that we have something to build on. There is no false pretense, no misleading communication. Yet, there's plenty of room for new discovery. I want to know all the ways he finds me beautiful.

I am prepared to go the distance as long as he continues to call me beautiful. As long as he is there to point out the things in me that I sometimes have difficulty seeing, I am prepared to stand by his side. I am prepared to relinquish butterflies and incoherent sentences for a life of loving him. I am ready to give him my best self until breath is no longer a filling me. All I ask is that he continue to acknowledge what we are together; that is beautiful.