SelfPub: His sparkling joy.

His sparkling happy eyes, full pale blue sincerity, looking at me through slightly lowered eyelids, talked about his feelings more than hundreds of words, written or spoken.
He loved me like I loved him, and happiness from the realization of this fact forced our souls to blossom and sing in the euphoria that people call love.
A truly wonderful feeling, happy to share, thus amplifying the magic that we already have.
He loves me like I love him.
Perhaps more is needed.