Lasting Perfection
My fingers intwined with his, and fit perfectly together. He was warm, he smelled sweet, he was soft to touch, he was perfect. Curly black hair, bright shining green eyes. I have never known perfection, I have never known attraction, I have never known. His voice both cradled me and enlivened me. Sexy coudln't even begin to describe him. Gorgeous was unfair, it didn't come close. Matthew needed new words.
The comfort, the security, the peace that I felt with him was so new to me, but yet it felt like I was always his and he was always mine.
Matthew, I breathed the sweet words and that smile crossed my lips. This time, though, he smiled and met his lips with mine.
We became one person. We were together, and it could last forever.
He was so strong, so soft, so warm. Physical beauty, this man was better than any model, more gorgeous than anything living. Personality, he was loyal, he was sweet, chivalrous, inteligent, understanding, funny... I could go on and on. Matthew is the definition of perfection.