What I'd really like to stress about this is when you love someone, their differences fall away. I don't look at him and see anything but him, and how sweet he is. I know how my stomach erupts in excitement when he simply holds my hand. How my heart reacts when we kiss. I know, above anything else, that when we're together, it's because we both want it. Not because of any other reason.
He kissed me. Warm and soft. Gentle at first until his lips had acclimated to mine. It wasn't like any kiss I'd ever experienced before because my knees felt nonexistent and I wanted to fall, taking him with me in a pile on the ground so I could curl into him and never let go.