LOVE: FROM CUTE TO GORGEOUS

Cute is when you peek up at me with that goofy half-smile, glance over my shoulder, and after a fraction of a second to return to lock my gaze, and your lips stretch into a deeper crescent. Sexy is when you stride up to me, your long legs drumming that perfect background beat, words forming on your lips with a disruptive type of relevance, and your half-cocked eyebrow inclining in my direction. Hot is when your hair is still halfway damp from your early-morning shower, and the strands adhere themselves to the tip of your neck, and as you raise your backpack, the muscles in your arms glide beneath your skin before you turn to face me. Stunning is when you position yourself next to me in a casually deliberate pose, and then follow me out the back door, with your loping gait aligning with your laughter at my silly antics. Gorgeous is when you look down, nodding empathetically, searching for the most accurate portrayal of your feelings, as you
move your hands towards mine. Sensational is when you say my name and your deep tone reverberates through my bone marrow, starts shivers down my spine. There's not a word in the English language that isn't tinted with you. There is no vowel that doesn't carry the image of your face.