My Addiction

Addicted to:
His voice
His smile
His face
His neediness
His compassion
His love
His everything...I'm addicted to him.

Over these years I've become addicted to him. He is what drives me every single morning. His essence is all I need to push forward. The days that hardly seem bearable, he's been there, he always has been and always will be. Men come my direction more often then not and I'm not going to lie sometimes I'm a little more than curious, however, this love that Texas and I share overcome any thoughts. I have chose him and I will always choose him. Those nights when he is gone, I hardly sleep, I toss and turn, kick and squirm, but the nights he's there are the nights I don't move at all. Everything is perfect with him even if he himself is not perfect. I don't want him to be either. His flaws are part of what makes me love him. Love isn't finding the person who is perfect. The person with the perfect hair, body, smile, or even the most perfect life. True love is when you see these imperfect parts of them but love them just the same. This love is unconditional; Forever and Always.