I found a boy

with palefire eyes. With eyes that alternatively look as if I have come to save them, or as if they have come to save me. With bluegreen eyes, that in the daylight look like the tips of ocean waves, and in the night look like its darkest depths. With eyes like that, it's no wonder we're both drowning.

No one can fit me better on the small things. We can sit around a coffee table, building towers out of blocks, higher and higher until our ambition outgrows physical possibility, and towers crumble to dust with the slightest breath. Perfect days are made just by holding hands while rollerblading through the park. Who else could I do that with? Or in bed, we can hold each other tightly, laugh until we cry, and then roll over and make love again.

However, can we fit each other on the big things? This is probably the first time in my life where I imagine the future with someone beside me, and believe it or not, that is a scary transition. Sacrifices must be made and plans changed. And I know there are certain things that I will ask him to sacrifice as well. How much can you give up without resenting the one you gave it to? Will it be worth it in the end? I like to think so, but I wonder if he does too.

But this morning he looked at me with those palefire eyes, and told me I had him heart, mind, body, and soul. And then all the questions faded away.