Olivia.

It's nice.
That's how I will start this.
It's nice to know that I have someone like you.

Every smile, every crooked step, every laugh.
I don't understand why no one else notices them.
It wasn't like I understood it in the beginning either.
It was gradual, this attention.
I think it started with your eyes.
They're the color of warmth.
A smooth, velvet brown,
Almost like you captured all the wonderful things that could bring people together.
Stole them, and every look you give to me
Injects a thousand wonderful things into my heart.
And the fact of the matter is,
I still don't quite understand it.
"Us" in general.
One word, bringing both you and I together.
How it formed,
how it is,
how we are.
I wonder,
When you look at me, do you see all these little treasures that you have given to me?
Is it reflected in my dull, green gaze?

I think it's a miracle,
The sheer capacity of the heart and mind,
Holding onto these feelings, embracing them tightly, afraid to let go.
I could only hope that as I say these words ever so softly,
These weak words would encase you as you have done to me.