It’s funny, the way I feel about you. I should not entangle myself with the otherworldly pleasures of your existence. Yet I so selfishly covet every fiber of your being. You are intoxicating. You are a book I yearn to read. A door I crave to unlock. An ocean I so openly desire to swim. You beguile me. I am not one to be easily beguiled. Butterflies dance and swirl, tingling my insides at the near sight of you as they dance along to the silent song of your beauty. Who’s to say a man cannot be beautiful? Oh, I chuckle at the thought. For you are beyond beauty, beyond words. And yet you chose me. Why? I often ask you this question and each time you softly reply back, “Because you are what cannot be found in any book or heard spoken from any mouth in the entire universe. You are the ‘I love you’ beyond the words and you are beautiful.
—Unknown (via awfullydisenchanted)