‟Mine”, I said. I saw those lips curving into a wide smile and those eyes shining brightly. ‟All yours” , he replied. I wanted to drown myself in the vodka i could smell on his breath and wanted to lose myself in that grey sweatshirt of his’. His touch was enough to intoxicate me. His love made me feel complete, his soul, dark and tormented as mine was bewitching. Captivated, by his fascinating grace i knew i had lost control over my feelings. 5’9 and chubby, with spiky but extremely silky hair, his beard was faded in the most appealing way ever. He wasn’t meeting me for the first time. It had been years. But every time i saw him, the heart started skipping its beats.
After all, it was Him. Treasured, forever.