Unsaid

I never told him:  

I was falling into his gravity

I didnt want to be anywhere else but in his arms

I'd get butterflies by the mention of his name

His touch would linger longer than the mornings that lasted all afternoon

I've never been more myself than when I was with him

I loved when he told me he would rather be laying besides me instead of being anywhere else

I fell harder when he told me he couldn't

I loved the way he loved me

I loved the way he was himself with me
He loved me simple and I simply loved him

I'm lingering to, yet still feigning, to the best part... the best part that I left unsaid. Love.