Warmth

The warmth starts with a shared look and spreads with the touch of his lips. His hand in mine, our strides matching as our hearts whisper in turn. Our shared moments reverberate in our heads as we walk along, content to be. With every added nuance, I want to show him the best me that lives in my heart, the one sitting next to him in this room we two share. My thoughts of him push me to be everything for him. His being reaches mythic proportions in my mind and achieves them in my heart and I remember I have yet to meet him.