sorry for being intense about everything, it’ll happen again
All my favorite things became you. You are my favorite story, my favorite color and my favorite food. You are my favorite hobby- my favorite work of art. You have become the standard to which I hold all things.
whatever happens it’s so important that we’re funny about it. Above all else commit to the bit
When we speak, do you know ?
Can you tell that every word I say screams
I love you.
“Good morning”
I love you.
“How are you?”
I love you.
“Did you sleep okay?”
I love you.
When we touch, do you know?
Can you tell that every caress promises that
I love you.
When I kiss your neck
I love you.
When I hold your chin
I love you.
When I pull you against me
I love you.
I want to tie her up like a package on Christmas Day-
Ribbons for each beautiful word she whispers to me.
All the beautiful words in the world and yet none adequately describe my love for her.





