You make me conscious.
Not the nervous kind. The aware sort. Around you, I’m more conscious of myself. Not the doubting or second guessing kind. The feeling alive sort.
You make me notice how your eyes light up with the curve of my smile. How you adore every single movement of mine. How you hang on to every word that rolls off my tongue. How you exude warmth whenever I feel cold.
You make me realise I am beautiful. To you.