Oh

Oh, sweetie… Oh, bae… Oh, my love…

I've said this before, I know, but…

The you I fell for was the bumming around the neighborhood you. The shorts and a tank top you. The you that came to your door the other day you.

But, oh my love. Oh.

You do dress up nice.

I try hard not to be jealous, I know no good can come of it… But right now I am burning with envy for every single person at that event who got to experience firsthand you looking so resplendent. Anyone who got to exchange pleasantries with you, got to look into those beautiful eyes, if even for only a moment, got to see that leg peeking out every time you took a step…

Oh.

Oh, my love.

It isn't fair that such beauty should exist in this world. That the universe should focus so very much of the stuff into one single, amazing person.

But it did. And it's you. And I can't help but to love that you, too.

Yours, in stunned amazement.

P.S. — Thank you for sharing… I might be envious of those who got to see you firsthand, but I know the score. And I am always, always happy to see any version of you, any version at all.

P.P.S. — You must know I'll be dreaming of that leg all night… for at least the next week… Oh, babe… Oh, goodness. Just… Oh.

P.P.P.S. — You really are just stunningly beautiful, and I hope you know it.

P.P.P.P.S. — I love you.