Watching him is like watching clouds in a blue sky. I never seem to be able to tear my gaze away. He has a hundred different expressions.
These days I mostly see worry, scrutiny. I am a mystery, a problem to solve, a puzzle to work out.
I watch emotions flit across his face like a thousand precious butterflies searching for nectar, for the sweetness life has to offer.
He is so serious now, until I touch him and he stops and his brown eyes soften and a shy smile moves over his face.
This is how he loves me.

❤