is the way

Is the way you smell. A mix of tobacco and Chanel that stays in my bed after you leave. The perfume you let go when you hip your hair and the smell of shampoo that I recognize when I kiss you in the night and you are inside my arms. Is the breath that floods me when I kiss you, the taste of homemade coffee and honey, like those candies I saw you eating at least a couple of times in the day. Is how I feel when your fingerprints surround my skin at the night. ‘Your ramifications tell me stories’ you told me when I ask you what you were doing. And every night there is a different story that you narrate me and I always pay attention at you. Is your voice, serene and calm, when you tell me what you have invented and the way you sing, sweet and hypnotizing in breakfast. Is how your lips slide through mine in every moment of the day, morning, evening and night. The sweet kisses, all full of you, full of your essence and being that cheers me up and comfort me when I need them the most and also when they take me off the boringness. Or maybe it’s when you cry and your all world comes down but you come to my arms looking for help and something that holds you up. And I’m glad to hug you and keep you with me because even when I can’t solve your problems, I try my best. It’s also the way you laugh when you listen to my bad jokes and the over reacted despair of your friends, and even if their problems are silly for you, you listen to them with patience and pity. It’s all you, all of you that make me fall for you. Even in your tantrums and whims and those moments when you are completely stubborn. Even when you get so jealous for the other girls, girls I don’t care at all, but I listen carefully to your complaints and meanwhile I look how gorgeous you look angry. But everything ends with a kiss and with my heart I tell you that I am yours and that I don’t care for the other girls, I never care. Never love them more than you.