I see you sitting in the balcony observing the lovely sunset. The day had almost ended, and I was the luckiest person alive. I was with the person I love. Seeing you smile throughout the day was a blessing. I was standing observing your beauty, your perfection from a few meters. I felt some jealousy, why does the sun get to see your beauty. I noticed you are sitting there and enjoying the cup of coffee that you made. The sight of you having coffee is the perfect addiction I could want. In my mind, I think of why I was not the one to make the cup of coffee for you.
“You are only mine”, is something I always tell myself.
I walk towards you and as I come to stand behind you I see, the last sunrays fall on your face and bid farewell to perfection. The sunrays touch your soft skin and reflect back a glow that I fail to describe in words. A glow so perfect that I want time to stop, and I want to see you forever.
I see your silky, beautiful long black hair open waiting for me to feel, and run my hands through them. I raise my hand and run it gently through your hair. It feels amazing. Your hair feels so smooth and perfect. As you look up, I see the beauty you have.
I see the perfect girl who I always wanted, I see the perfect girl who makes my world perfect, I see the perfect girl who I always would want to be by my side and I see the perfect girl in whose arms I want to be…
My other hand goes towards your cheeks and runs gently on your cheek followed by brushing your lips. Your beautiful soft lips make my name special when they make the motion of saying my name. You calling me makes me feel in heaven. We do not speak a word but our eye contact says a lot more. The eye contact speaks of how much we love each other, and what you mean to me. I would love to spend my entire life with you. I move closer to you, as I could not resist and kiss you on your forehead.
You look perfect, you are the most beautiful person and you complete me. You smile and look at the coffee realizing it was becoming cold. You eventually pick up the coffee cup and take a sip of it. The sight of you sipping coffee is a magical moment. I wish I were the cup, so you have me in your hands. I want to be in your arms forever. The coffee in the cup might be hot. If that is what I have to feel to be able to be in your hands, I will happily tolerate the pain of the hot coffee, because the hot coffee becomes cold because all I want is you… All I know is, looking at you having coffee is a magical moment and is my perfect addiction.