I love your cute face. I love how sweet you are. I love how safe I feel with you. I love how fulfilled my life feels with you. I love how you always know exactly what to say. I love how perfectly you dominate me and how weak my knees are when I’m in your presence. I love how you make me smile every single day.
How does it not get exhausting being so perfect? How am I not supposed to worship you and the ground you stand upon???














