Three little words

He is kind and caring. He is funny and smart. He is talented and amazing. He is gorgeous. He is a wonderful friend, a magnificent lover. He listens to every word I say as if he was drinking from my lips. He has eyes that tell stories you get lost in for days on end. He sings while washing the dishes. He dances like noone else. He reads poems to me and then talks about what they mean to him. He writes letters and devours books one after the other. He comes to the city center in the middle of the night so I don't walk home alone. He says it like he sees it, doesn't hold back.

And just when I would say this whole thing is too perfect to be true, three little words come to my mind.

He. Is. Married.