you are, you are the love of my life.

   My admiration for you didn't start like normal "crushes" used to.

   I had given up everything to God, because my heart wasn't ready for another break.

   It was weird, then, that when I asked God to give me a peace about you, that I never stopped getting butterflies around you. You didn't have to say a word. It's even appropriate to use the word "swooning" in this situation.

   You read that right. I swooned. Weak at the knees. At a loss for words. Stomach in knots. The works.

   
   So what about you was so captivating?  
   The fact you were (ARE) the man of my dreams?
   Let's elaborate. (In present time, because you're still all of these things.) 

• You play soccer, 
• you're getting your degree in order to support a family (!), 
• you have the style of a true gentleman, 
• your hair is perfectly wavy, 
• your smell that could even overpower the rotten bamboo under the stairs, 
• your love for The Office, 
• the way you look like Jim Halpert (which is a perfect match to my Pam Beasley personality type - ISFJ's unite), 
• your laugh,
• your baby blue eyes,
• (this sounds creepy but bear with me) your perfect skin,
• you play all types of guitars,
• the way I could perfectly picture how well your fingers would fit between mine,
• your bright smile,
• your love for Jesus...

   I could go on. Especially if it wasn't 3:50 in the AM. But you keep me restless in the happiest of ways.

   You had me enchanted before we even talked to each other.
   So I guess you could say I've been captivated for a while.

<3

   
yours,
m.g.e.