It was the first time I laid my eyes on you that I knew you were different. I remember standing on an elevation, spotting you in the crowd, whereas my legs decided to jump off and walk towards you before my conscience had any say.
It was our first eye contact that made my body shiver. Talking to you for the first time too close to deny the sexual tension that emerged and listening to the dark soft tone of your voice.
The attraction was as distinct we shared a restrained laughter, yet we had each other in sight throughout the whole evening.
It was the first time you touched me that I realized I wanted more. You grabbed my arm as I was aligning it towards you and the strength of yours made me aroused.
It was the first night we shared together that made it manifestly to me that it was not to be the last. The ease and givenness felt ridiculously certain and for not having any common ground to start from we managed to have a continuous conversation during the entire night as if we had known each other for decades.
This was also the night our bodies met for the first time. I told you I was not going to touch you and cautiously crawled up next to you laying skin to skin. Pressing our chests against each other with my fingers itching to touch you.
It was how you laughed at my jokes, talked about other things than your work or people that pisses you off and how we connected by just staring into each others eyes, blue to green. Breathing the same air as you while struggling not to kiss you, feeling you under my skin before I even got to and losing any doubt I had in ever finding someone I would like to get involved with.
You excite me.
In a way I have not experienced previously and you constantly challenge me to be better. I am at my best with you by my side and this passion and love we share has been strong enough to keep us in two different countries for an entire year now. You are my rock.