Babe, I’m writing to you just because, it’s midnight, I can not seem to get you of my mind, and I’m more than perfectly content with that, also because I don’t think you know quite how special you are to me. When I first saw you, I wasn’t sure what to think of you, and then I met you. Still questioning what to think of you, but I knew for a fact you were downright intriguing to me. Your sarcasm, and –how should I describe your smart ass comments- “clever” remarks kept me on my toes and intensely fascinated with your presence. Now, I can’t get enough of you. You take my breath away with just a simple thought of you. My heart takes off on this wild race thinking it stands a chance, when there’s no way it would ever keep up with all the beautiful butterflies. Silly little muscle, doesn’t it know? No matter how much it flutters it will never be able to fly. You make me feel like I can do no wrong. That I can take on the whole universe and what ever it has in store for me. You inspire me to be the better than I’ve ever attempted to be, not only for myself but for you, for us. You’ve humbled me with your wisdom, and spoiled me in ways like no one ever has. Know that you are fully appreciated for it all. For instance, it may extremely cliché to say, but the tenderness in your fingertips, tracing down my back followed by chills, running your hands through my hair, intertwining your hand in mine as you wrap your arms around me, drawing me closer to you feeling the warmth of every inch of your skin, against mine, listening to your slow gentle heartbeat is more than just divine, it’s pure sublime. Even when I see you, you are all I see. I lose total sight of where I am. I’m solely fixated on your illuminating eyes that confine my full attention, and your complimenting contagious captivating smile. I can be alone, close my eyes, and all I see is you smiling back at me. I just become completely consumed by you. I find myself gazing at you unintentionally while we’re in the middle of a conversation, your voice is my favorite song, and I could listen to it on repeat for hours on end. Hearing you laugh brightens my day on the gloomiest days. I can not resist how compelling your voice is, it demands attention with affirmative sincerity. Insanely hypnotizing. I can always tell when you’re around, strangely enough I have your scent branded in my head, or nose I suppose makes more sense. You could be fresh out of the shower, just come home form a long day at work, or lying next to me in bed. Each time of the day is slightly different, your cologne agrees with your skin so well, it’s become my favorite scent. Not only are you absolutely alluring, but your kiss is one with my whole being I entirely desire. More than the Sun cherishes the Moon, more than the sky ardently admires every illuminating star, and more than the ocean craves the land, all ways coming back for more. Your lips are the fire that set my world ablaze with a flame that can not be put out. When I first tasted your kiss, it was a stimulating sensation, like an adrenaline rush. I’m almost certain I kissed you first, and I’m delightfully positive that it was because your lips were so inviting. After all, the most intimate kiss it the one that has been exchanged a thousand and one times between the eyes before it ever reaches the lips. Now it’s late, and the Sun will be coming up soon, I could go on and on about how crazy I am about you, but I hope this helps give you a small idea of how much I adore and admire you. I fell for you so long ago, and continuing to fall for you is inevitable. I love you.
