Him.

A brown skin complicated cup of tea. Outspoken and witty. Charming and down to earth. Hilarious & humble. No need to tell you he's the shit, you can smell him from a mile away; his cologne is a pheromone. I knew he was mine from the moment I lay my dark brown eyes on him, and together we make the world jealous. He rarely asks about my past, not because he doesn't give a fuck, but because everything prior to our introduction is meaningless. We make new memories; funnier inside jokes; and constant happy time. Kisses spill over with passion, smiles are always really wide. I didn't want perfect, I just need what's mine.