It’s been a little less than a week since I last got to cup your delicate face in my hands or feel your soft fingers being run up and down my back. They’re are times it feels like I’ll burst waiting to see you on Monday morning. I hate casual, very much. I just want to take you to dinner like a normal God Damn person ;)
I keep picturing you laying on the bed in your underwear playing with your cell phone laughing about something stupid on reddit. I couldn’t think of anything better.
I always start these with an idea in mind, but once I begin I go blank. I’m glad we are something special. I’m glad you think I’m worth it all. I know I think you’re worth it.
I love you entirely too much for my own good. I think I love some things about you just because you’re pretty.
For instance, when you chew with your mouth open or clean your plate with your finger. Any other person and I would find it unsettling to say the least, but with you I can’t help but think it’s adorable. The funny thing is your doing both of those things while simultaneously talking to me with your mouth full of food, but because I find you so attractive I can’t help but smile and thank whatever higher power is out there for bringing us together.