Relationships

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Seville/2013/Rasha&Hana
Photo Credits: Hana Afifi
I love him in specifics, i love him in details. 
 
I don’t love him generally. I love him like a person who can’t fall asleep because there’s big news awaiting them the next day.

I love him like we waited for Christmas morning to see if Santa got our lists right.

I love him like a grandfather waiting for a grandchild to visit that one time a year.

I don’t just love his smile, i love the way the sides of his mouth crawl backwards to reveal the brightest moment of my day.

I don’t just love his cheeks, i love how soft they feel rubbing against mine when he pulls me near to whisper a secret.

I don’t just love his eyebrows, i love the shapes they make like they’re sending me secret signals of his emotions before he even expresses anything.

I don’t just love his lips, i love the way they undress mine always like a shy couple on a first date, the way they know when to softly speak to me and the way they know when i want more.

I don’t just love his eyes, i love the way i see myself inside them like i’m the most special person in the world reflected in a masterpiece painted hazel, the way they give me the nicest, naughtiest or most serious speeches with just one look.

I don’t just love his hands. i love the protectiveness of their touch, and the respectfulness of their embrace.

I don’t just love his arms, i love the feeling of home i have when i lie between them.

I don’t just love his legs, i love the way they wrap around me not too tight that they imprison me and not to loose that they don’t care if i’m gone.

I don’t just love his mind, i love the majesty of it, the way it thinks of every aspect of any issue, the way it struggles to understand me and reason with me, they way it engulfs my mind and shows me the right way, and the way it keeps me grounded.

I don’t just love his heart, i love its humility, its grandness and its ability to hold everyone in his life dear. Mostly, i love how when i lose sense of mine it always steps up to pull me back inside it.

I don’t love him generally because generally is not enough. I love his details, his specifics.

Like the way he lights up when he gets a gift he’s been wanting for a while.

I’ve never loved someone in so much detail.

 

 

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