In love

I am so in love with him. No one knows this but me. Not because he's sweet, always amazes me, is really unique and has admirable characteristics, but because he still remains a fascination to me, after all the years that we have been together.

He always tries something new. We love to experiment. He says new things everyday, and most of them I still remember. Just the memory of his words sends an electric shock throughout my body.

I think he sees me the way I see him - a wonder, a miracle - undiscovered.

It doesn't help that he reads black books that teach him how to make a woman happy. Nah, I'm just glad I'm his one and only subject.

It doesn't matter. Just to see him try is enough for me. But for him to succeed? I loved him even more.