He is a breath of fresh mountain air, filling my lungs as full as they can go, my chest expanding and my fingertips tingling and then exhaling with a loud sigh and tears in my eyes. He is a warm bed at the end of the day, the comforter curling around me just right and soothing all of my tired muscles and ligaments. He is the night sky, sparkling with stars and galaxies that are no match for the ones in his eyes. He is an anomaly, a paradox, and everything I have ever dreamed of, all wrapped up in a tall skinny body with ocean eyes and tulip lips. He likes books and classical music and musicals and sappy romance novels and he respects his mother and he lights something up in me that I hope never goes out. I look at him and I am home, I am more home than I ever was in the house I grew up in. I have never been so at peace than when I am with him