On Falling in Love

I sat there curled up in his arms. The words swimming through my brain. I wanted to write them all down but I didn't want to move out of this moment. And the words wouldn't lay flat. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. I rested my hand on his arm cheek.

This boy, with dark honey eyes and messy black hair. This boy, with a broad chest and strong arms. This boy, the one I want to run home to forever.

I can't put my words together to make sense about him. I've been a writer for all the years I've been on this planet. 18 (almost 19) years of laying words together beautifully but with him I can't find the words to explain how he is holding every piece of me.