I am not impressed by beauty anymore. It is not difficult or surprising to turn someone on these days. However, if you have the ability to inspire me, if you have the ability to stimulate my mind and stir my thoughts… well, that makes you special.

I don’t care for your looks. They don’t attract me nearly as much as your voice does when you are teaching me something I do not know. When you speak with passion and with conviction, when your eyes light up at the opportunity to enlighten me with words that have depth and passion.

I am attracted to you most when your pen is hanging out of your mouth, when you are trying to free the world inside of your head. When you are rubbing your sleepy tired eyes, by the color of your midnight thoughts. I am most attracted to your fire, I am drawn to the flame of your own mind.

No, I do not care for your looks. I care for your energy, for the conversations we have when we are both electrified by opinion and passion and inspiration. I care for the days I get to watch you do what you love, when I get to see you empty out every ounce of your heart into something that means the world to you. I care for the moments of quiet space between us, the seconds between breaths while we are lying in bed, aware of just how incredible it is to care for someone who makes you want to be a better person.

To put it lightly, I am attracted to you because I am in awe of you. I respect you. You challenge me, you make me think, and that has nothing to do with the physical attraction I feel for you. With you, I am attracted to the way you make me feel, and because of that, I do not want to give you my body. With you, I want to give you my words, I want to give you the soul of me. I want to disregard the mask that is beauty, I want to forget about the surface. Instead, with you, I want to dig until I reach the core of who you are, I want to dive.