I’m feeling a bit like a creeper, but when I arrived home, I knew you weren’t expecting me so I snuck in. Ain’t an easy feat to get by the little barkers, nothing like a fucking handful of treats to quiet them! I snuck upstairs, I knew you had to be asleep. And there you were. All wrapped up in one of my old farm shirts, fifty fucking times too big on your tiny frame, hiding that sweet curvy figure of yours.
I honestly could fucking sit and stare at you like this, all day, all night. You take my breath away sweetheart, every time I see you. You could be making toast, mucking out a stall, sick in bed, you are just so fucking awe inspiring.
Remember when we first met and we both were nervous as fuck? I may have had a bit too much tequila and started teasing you and your size. I think I might have mentioned how adorable you were and how I could just carry you around in my pocket?! If looks could have killed I think I would have been dead on the spot! LOL!
We’ve come a long way, my teasing not quite earning the death stare now. My respect, admiration, love for you growing tenfold in such a short span of time. How does this happen? It’s fascinating how quickly a mere acquaintance can become someone you want, need in your life, to survive.
I hope you will always know, always feel just how deep my love is for you. How everlasting it will be. Forever and a day my sweet girl. Forever an a day.