11/7 - 2

Abre los ojos. He woke up as I whispered in his ear. Messy hair, sleepy face.. so beautiful. As he was getting ready to leave, I wandered in his bed, feeling the sheets I was so jealous of. I followed him down the stairs and out the door, as he grabbed a pretzel (because he usually oversleeps and has no time to eat in the morning). I think he remembers how I always tell him Don't forget to eat, love, you're going to end up all skinny and sick. Then he runs, and runs (not to me, sadly), he meets his friends and a smile appears on his face. Oh, that smile! They talk and his soft voice caresses my ears. There he goes, inside a big building, sitting in uncomfortable chairs and listening to some intelligent woman teaching him about our bodies. I admire him, he is so dedicated. I can't believe how attentive he listens and writes. It is for him like art is for me. Hours pass and I cannot tell what happens, as I only have eyes for him. I study his face, his hands, the way he answers, the way he speaks. I wish I could hold him in my arms, take him away from this madness and go wander the streets together, laugh and eat and drink red, wild wine...
He gets up again, goes around, books in hand, sparkles in his eyes.. He talks, and talks, and smiles and laughs. Everybody seems to love him. Well, they don't love him like I do, because I know him. But they respect him, they want him near them.  There comes the jealousy once more. His actions and the way he speaks are so attractive, they scream "tact" in such a peaceful manner. He charms.
But then I follow him, as he gets away from all those people and I find him once again, as I did at the very beginning. The introvert, the shy one, the quiet one. I cannot help but admire the way he mingles his two parts. He is a combination of unmatching figures, but he fits them so perfectly. He is weird, but I, myself, am something of an oddity. We fit.
He goes in the library and there, he reads and learns, he prepares to become someone to heal the others. And hours pass again, and he laughs with his friends and then he reads again in what seems for me like endless times. I am still near him, watching him, admiring.. And the day goes on.
At the end of the day though, he sits down and thinks about me. And he smiles, and he feels like crying, because I am the cause of his pain, but I am the cause of his love. I am the thing he can't forget. And he is my all. Now I see him running in his head, running nowhere but to me, as I sing in his ears with a rather unpleasant voice, the song of our hearts.
I love you, madly, deeply, truly, endlessly.
Happy anniversary, love. Cheers to us *cling*.