Guy sitting watching sunset. Female friend comes up, “heyy whats up?!” Guy- “Hey what r those?” Fem-“jeggings! Uve never heard of jeggings b4? Its jeans and leggings” Guy-“i do now” Fem-” and this is a body suit! Its like a shirt and underwear in 1!” laughs. Mumbles. Blah blah blah… Fem-“so what ever happened to that womanly figure in your life?” Guy-“she was. Just danger.” Fem-“did u 2 even hav anythin in common?” Guy-“no.” Blah blah blah. Guy-“wna go? Its getting cold out here.” Fem-“yeah im hungry” I can imagine this being the start of a new relationship. The girl the guy was talking about may have been really significant in his life. He might have even loved her at 1 point. And now, he talks about her as if she’s lower. Just hypothetical. I can just imagine moving on is that simple. Then thers the innocent conversation with someone new. It may turn out to b just one convo. One dinner. Then it leads to more.

He was lieing next to me. When I looked at him, in that moment I felt he was the most beautiful thing in the world. This man that I love is a piece of art. When I stare at him, I get a sense of understanding.. I feel moved by just looking at him. He excites me. My heart races when I gaze at his perfect face. Each hair that I feel when I rub his rugged beard, each line that’s created near his eyes and around his cheeks when he so handsomely smiles, each thought that is concealed behind those hazel green stained glass eyes… those eyes, an enchanting color that brilliantly strikes my soul when he looks at me. Every little detail about him -from his beautiful body to the beautiful personality to especially the most beautiful mind- every little detail speaks to me, and I find it all very irresistable. When I conjure my own interpretations and thoughts while admiring this man, I get in a hypnotic state. Nothing else surrounding us matters; this man has not only my full attention, but has my full being. He is art that I cannot look away from.. I would never want to anyway. He has me captured in his frames. He has my mind running wild. He has my heart locked around his existence. He is my most favorite by far and the most amazing work of art in the world. And the best part of it all is that this man that I am completely in love with… loves me back, somehow indescribably in some way that makes me feel like he is the artist and I am his one and only beloved work of art. He loves me better than how I expected a man was capable of loving.. he surpasses every other art I thought I liked by an infinite fold. He’s the only one I want and need in my gallery. The way he loves me is mutual. I know he feels like he is my artist. With each stroke along each line and curve on my body, I feel brought to life- he is creating my love to be bolder. His words are poetry when he speaks. I am the medium of which he executes. His breath is all the assurance that I need to know he is with me. I am submerged in all of this beauty. I am his, and he is mine. Even when lines fade or when colors dim, we will still be each others most favorite work. Our deep and devotional adoration for each other will live on eternally. But for now, in the present moments of his lieing here I am at peace already… in the most blissful state of mind that overwhelms my thoughts. I guess I will just keep gazing and loving him. I simply and happily can’t help it. -SNS