To Someone Special.

The smell of you, freshly showered.

Your laughter, high-pitched and joyful, when I hold you close.

Your exuberance. Do you know that other people can see that in you?

Your eyes. Did you know that when we're together, those eyes are large and deep enough to swallow me in their depths?

Your soft skin. The feel of your hands on my back. You're pretty good at what you do — no one scratches my back like you.

You're a lot of things to me. We've been together for so long; least, it feels like that.

I miss you, even when you're near. You're like candy. My candy.

And there's no one else like you.