Late night moon confessional

It’s magical to look in her eyes. I melt n smile goofy hoping in my gaze can transmit the tranquility she brings my soul. A type of magic that’s so high and a connection unlike any other. I still find thing in common that we share n feel there’s no one like us. No one understands us but I in a way feel her soul. It seeks what I seek. This is why I think she’s beautiful. I never held her near nor have I told her how amazing she is. But there are nights I remember walking together in the rain and how perfect it would have been to just embrace her get soaked together and let our lips show each other that with her it’s all perfect, warm and incomparable. That day we got soaked but it was perfect felt her so near when it was just me and her. I envy the rain drops that got to ride down her body.