Simple

Babe…

You know I love you, right? You know that when you sing along, or even hum, that the sound of your voice makes my heart melt, each and every time, right? That I want to know everything about you, about how you're doing, what's happening in your life?

Yeah?

Good. Because that's the important stuff.

But, babe…

Let me just say…

Holy. Sweet. Moses. I can't. I just.

Oh.

Fuck.

How? Just how frickin' how are you so frickin' hot?

By the way, I think I maybe have a new favorite for “outfit I'd most like to rip you out of.” Good Lord.

Oh, babe… I am so happy to be here with you this week. I'm certain we're going to have a fantastic time together. And you're going to be blowing me away, no matter what. You always do. But, damn. You outdid yourself tonight. And it was so simple.

Well. Simple man, simple pleasures. And I can't think of anything more pleasant than beholding you.

(Well… maybe one or two things… ahem)

Love you.

Yours.