The ended paragraph.

I was staring at the text that he sent me, it is still warm like he always does every day. It does describe how he treats some people very well.

I was fallen into grateful and blessings to have (or ever had) and recognize someone who most likely has the same traits as I am.

He knows very well that I love reading books rather than watching some series or movies. I said I love to fantasize about what is written in a book so I can imagine how the scenario was going in my head. I love to read him and observe the smallest matters that glued my eyes to him. His eyes, his smile, even his skin texture, and how the perfume fit his personality, pleasing. He feels like a book that I am keen on reading over and over again, opening each of the pages just to see and curious about what’s happening in the next chapter. 

One fine morning; he knocked at my door.

I knew it was him because I never had planned to have a guess other than him. He smiled like he always did. I always melt to see his reactions. His steps always calming, one of my favorite sounds.

That day, he was fluid, filling the rooms with his warmth.

That day, he was fluid, I never had realized that he would be full.

I looked at his eyes, our eyes met one another but I knew there was something wrong. There was something he had to say, something deep. Something scarier that I hold on to this whole night. He stayed awake the whole dawn.

He smiles, again,

“Is there something you’d like to say? Or to tell me?”. I said it with a blood rush coming up my head. 

Perhaps, we had found out our broken glass that was not meant to be kept. Perhaps, he noticed the scar that I tried to hide this whole time. Perhaps, he tried to understand what my mouth couldn’t explain. Perhaps he was tired and surrender. Later than the opening question, I couldn’t hold the tears streaming on my cheek.

There was a solid decision that he made through and he has been thinking for the entire night without telling me  He kept it alone, without asking me anything. That time, he didn’t need any kind of explanation because; he thought anything that came through my mouth was a lie.

I looked deep into his eyes. Our hands both holding each other tight. That time the only matter that spun into my head; was how grateful I have him in my life. How happy I am every second that I spent with him. How I barely want to write down ‘5o things’ and even more that I love about him.

I loved him for the way he talked and behaved towards me and my surroundings. I liked him because I can see everything about him was pure and transparent. But, that’s it. It will never be enough for him.

That day, I believed that his decisions were the best things for him. Not for me. He did everything without hesitations, he didn’t regret his decisions. I was released he's fine, at least until today.

So, I ended the paragraph here. Just like what he wanted and planned.