The Right Words

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


I can paint such pretty pictures, with a few descriptive words. Yet when it comes to you, I can never find the right words to say. How can I describe my feelings for you? Should I write of your piercing eyes and the mystical shades they portray? A blue as clear and brilliant as a perfect summer day with a light hue of purple; a color that warms my heart because that glimmering hue means you're happy and playful. Or the livid they shift to? I find myself feeling as though I'm lost in a darkened arctic, a glacier of blue, under a dark gray sea acting as my guiding light. Safe I feel from this color. Perhaps that neon swampy green. A color I'd never imagined could be real, yet had watched them shift before my very eyes. And you felt anger and frustration. Yet when you looked at me, the room still lightened. Completion still filled my soul. Just like the first time our eyes met. I didn't know you; had never met you. And yet, I knew you were who I was waiting for; I wasn't even looking.

But there's more. A universe of more. Could I speak of your touch? Oh, your touch. More gentle than the fur of a baby rabbit. Down of a baby bird? Wisp of the wind? Gods your touch. Like gentle breath. The moment your fingertips brushed my skin, I woke up. Everything became brighter. My cheeks hurt from unforced smiles. Finally, a breath of life in my comatose body. You touch me like I'm your most precious thing, and it fills my heart with such a warm fullness that it escapes as warm tears in my eyes. Your touch matches your eyes with what you feel for me.

Or should I express my desire for your kiss? A kiss as soft as rose petals and so deep, we're taken to a dimension known only to us. It's a kiss they show in every romance movie, with music swelling in the background. But this, this is so much better. Because you want to kiss me. You sneak behind me while I'm cooking and lay a soft peck on my shoulder, neck or cheek, while you wrap your arms around me. I always turn to you. Sitting on the couch, while holding me in your arms; your lips always somehow find mine. We get lost together. You crave that kiss among the wonderous unknown as much as I do. 

Your hair, as soft as silk and as light as honey shimmering in the sun. I love running my fingers through it and resting my cheek against the top of your head. 
 

Your voice, however, how much comfort I find in your voice. Quiet and as sweet as the song of a wolf. That longing, you try to hide, but I hear it. I feel it. I've lived it. When you sing, how you lose yourself; bearing your soul and not caring who hears. An entrance to your emotions. When you're excited, those rapid words and slight stutter. I always pronounce it for you, with equal enthusiasm. And everything you say, even when you fear repercussions from abuse of your past; I memorize every word and encourage you to keep speaking. Studying that tiny smile you get when you're looking at me and how bright, no matter the color, your eyes are. 
 

How nature brightens your soul. How you seem to capture the sun around you, illuminating your tan skin, highlighting your beautiful freckles like a subtle glitter under your eyes and force your eyes to display brighter from the contrast of your skin. An angel I think stands before me, but you'd never take the complete because of how much they've torn you down.

Your mind as chaotic as mine. But there are always golden rays, even in the fiercest of storms. A deeper appreciation you have, for the little beauties of life. Treasures people so often overlook. How you know when I'm down, just by a slight change in my text pattern. 
 

How can I describe what I feel for you? A brilliant, gentle soul whom my entire being desires to protect? The strength you give me, to achieve all of our dreams. To see your smile and bright eyes everyday. To never again allow you to feel pain, sorrow or strife. To give to you what you gifted me. Freedom. Life. 

So really, the only words I can think to say when someone asks me to describe what I feel for you, are the most misunderstood. Because when I say them, what they really mean is that everything you do, say and desire are my entire world and all I can think about. How we can build our lives and family together. I've never felt a happiness that warms, calms and lifts my soul in this way. Like I'm living a fairy tale life. So the only words I can think to say, and I say them as I feel in my soul. 
 

I love you. 
 

 


Submitted: April 22, 2021

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