The other day I found myself smiling into the void. It was a soft smile of something pure like tulips and chocolate kisses, and he is the reason why.

Every time he speaks to me my heart seems to explode into echoes of his laughter and oh how I do love it so. He is mine, and I am his. For some reason unexplainable he chose me, I wonder if his chest ever aches at the thought of my name because for some reason his always manages to make my chest feel like it's about to explode in a myriad of colors. And every single time, it does. It shoots out pretty hues of purple and blue mixed with lovely shades of yellow and gray and for some reason even though these colors are not a match he and I get along just fine. Two hearts drenched in a mix up of a terrible color scheme but for some reason they haven't changed shape. It's different.

The other day I found myself smiling into the void. It was a soft smile of something pure like secret handshakes and silly knock knock jokes, and he is the reason why.