Today I Discovered Bliss

Cinnamon Chocolate Ice Cream

Not kidding. Not even a little bit. 

As If I Don't Talk About Love Enough

Things I love about kissing (particularly about kissing...a certain someone):

I love that full, held moment just before our lips meet--an expectant pause that is sometimes almost better than the kiss itself...almost ;)

I love that he makes me so giddy that I can't help but grin, even in the middle of a kiss, and then I feel even more giddy and silly, which makes me smile bigger, until I finally have to break away in fits of giggles (which he finds amusing).

I love the way he holds my face.

I love that he savors the kiss. He is so unassuming, not rushed and eager, but collected and appreciative. 

I love his hands in my hair.

I love having his shoulders/biceps/forearms to hang on to in the moments that rob me of my breath. 

I love his tenderness. 

I love the time when we're not kissing, when he's relaxed and I can sit for minutes at a time and trace his face with my fingertips. In the quiet there, I wish I were an artist. That I could somehow translate the softness of his skin to paper. 

I love the way he looks at me, especially if he's dozed off for a second and opens his eyes to find me smiling at him. That conspiratorial, blissful grin is so priceless.  

I love it when he absentmindedly traces my hands or my arms when we're watching a movie. 

I love that he let me eat the chocolate strawberry at Zupas. He didn't even ask for a bite! 

I love that he's kind of 5 sometimes. 

I love how deeply he listens. 

I love the way we blend...

P.S. I feel that I need to clarify that I'm not exclusively dating this guy. We're just in very genuine appreciation of each other, not a defined relationship, which is simply perfect :)