that boy...

there is something about that boy. i can't pin it down yet, i feel like an eternity wouldn't be long enough to discern all that i love about him. could it be his smile, those lips? the way he purrs at me or those hands, worked and black from grease that are so deeply intertwined with mine? maybe its the way he laughs at my corny jokes (i'm his favorite dork) and lets me be just exactly who i am, no question asked. or the way he listens as i putter on, recapturing the nutty days we endure together. i don't know it all yet, but he makes me crazy happy and so very much in love. he is the best part of my day. there is definitely something about that boy...