no ay titulo como el amor

i usually feel ridiculous writing, or rather posting, loved related blogs. but today i'll swallow my pride and make the exception.

They are both young. They are foolish, naïve – but they are in love and therefore quite invincible. Currently they are in his bedroom (of all places) where they can usually be found. She watched him as she always did, with curious eyes as his naked chest moved with his breathing. Up as his lungs filled with air and down as he exhaled. When the alarm went off reminding him to start getting dressed for work, he got up begrudgingly and turned it off. She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned to him to which he easily complied. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and agilely pulled him onto the bed with her where they continued to wrestle and play-fight about. Worn-out and realizing their time was almost up for yet another day, they lay back silently in each others arms, her head resting on his chest. She began to kiss each part of him that her lips could reach.
“Do you know that no one can love you quite like I love you?” She kissed his chest, “I’ll always love you the most,” she ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead, “I know you best,” his cheek, “I adore you,” his neck, “I infuriate you,” his chin, “I annoy you,” his belly-button, his nipple, his arm, his fingers, “I’ll always know you longest. I’ll push your buttons. I’ll tickle you like only I know how, I’ll frustrate you, aggravate you, annoy you, surprise you, desire you. Only me and always me because for me it’s always been you.”