I’ll be the first to admit that I get lost in daydreams, but I’ll also be the first to admit that up until now I had no clue in hell what caused me to get so lost, so enthralled, so captivated and so captured in daydreaming. Two decades later and here I am finally fitting the pieces together.
It’s you – you are my daydream. My daydream that has lead me on this journey of realizing the little things that at one moment in time didn’t even have enough interest to provoke my mind in the slightest.
I sit and simply just stare at you, sometimes doing absolutely nothing, yet I wonder how God created such a flawless human being. Things that mean jack shit to someone else suddenly mean everything to me.
The way your eyes shine while doing something you love and are passionate about. The way I can see the gears in your brain turn when you think of something new. The way your smile brightens up an entire room. The way your voice sounds when you sing. The way your fingers caress ever so gently through the strands of my hair.
I love watching you accomplish something you’ve worked so hard for, and I love watching how different things grab your attention. I love how the sound of your voice and looking into your eyes drives me all sorts of crazy. But what I love the most about you is how intrigued I become with you.
The color of your eyes aren’t just any color to me. To someone else all they may see is brown – but to me I see this beautiful wood brown that reflects in the sun and gives me a glimpse of my entire world. Your eyes aren’t just a color to me, they’re the color of my existence and the world we’re taking on together.
The way your eyelashes wrap around your eyes so impeccably – I just, I can’t. I don’t know what it is, but believe me when I say eyelashes are the least thing I notice. But with you, it’s every little detail I swear.
The smell of you is forever engraved into my mind and there’s no sweeter smell than that of the trace you leave behind. You may think I’m insane for this one, but honey, we’re all a little insane anyway.
How you sleep could make a grown man cry (I know, this one goes far and beyond eyelashes and smell…and truthfully the analogy could be totally different but whatever unimportant here). But darling, watching you sleep to me is like a 5 year old receiving a puppy for Christmas – you just can’t quite describe the feelings.
The way you say my name and make it sound so angelic. My name isn’t just a name anymore, it’s an identity of who you are; who we are. Even when we’re arguing you have this way about you that just takes over and makes my name sound like more than just a name. I can’t explain it and I’m not even going to try, because that would be like trying to explain the taste of water.
Pet names never sounded any sweeter. “Beautiful” now has a meaning that once never existed. I can tell that every syllable has a meaning and the words coming out of your mouth mean just as much to you as they do for me to hear.
With you, I notice things I never would have even imagined noticing. Every little piece of who you are means something to me. Each day that passes by only means something new for me to learn. I lose myself in you but I find myself there too. My imagination is running wild with my daydreams and you’re the only one to blame.
Two decades of daydreaming and it all lead to you.