: About Me

I wouldn't normally describe a man as being beautiful. But in my mind, the overwhelming feeling that comes to me when I think of you, when I remember you, when I love you, is beauty. There was beauty in your eyes, your hands, your laughter, and mostly the way I felt when I was with you. I haven't felt that beauty in so long, and I ache for it. You are six years and as many states away, yet I remember how you held my face in your hands and looked into my eyes with such love like it was yesterday. Four years after we had to say goodbye, you looked me up. On the internet. Of course. Small, si...