rambling

Hey babe…

Glad I got to see you tonight, and talk to you, even if it was far, far too little… Gosh, I just want to talk to you every single day of my life… And I thought it was interesting that an independent party brought up the theme of the week… seizing the moment…

Well. Maybe it wasn't much, but when I saw the bunch of you walking past, I didn't hesitate even a second to put down what I was doing and going out to join you, so I hope that counts for something…

But right now… I dunno. I'm just tired. And the words (clearly) aren't coming the way I like… but I just really…

I just want you to know that I love, love being in your presence. That I want to spend every single day with you. That I want to talk to you as often as humanly possible, even when I'm being shy. That you are the single most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have ever encountered in my life. That I, uh… appreciated your beauty as much as I felt I could get away with this evening, lol. Not to mention the other night. That I just cannot wait to get my hands on those amazing hips. That I wonder about how you're doing all the time. That I want to be there for you when you're feeling down. That I am also an over-thinker. Good lord, am I ever… That I long for a day when you can come to me with whatever is troubling you and I can just be there for you, in whatever way you need. That I love you more than words can express. That I swear my heart has been beating in time with yours since long before we ever met, and will be forever more, and I can't imagine a more pleasant thought. That you mean everything to me. That I treasure you and cherish you and just always, always have you in my thoughts. That your eyes are the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life, and finding them on me, the sun shining behind you as someone, I don't even remember who, was commenting on how beautiful the flowers we were walking past were and all I could think was “my god, yes… beautiful… absolutely, stunningly, perfectly beautiful…” but it wasn't the flowers I was thinking about or looking at… that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and then somehow find a way to spend the next one with you, too… and the next, and the next, and on and on and on… that it's such a small thing but I really, really want to see a photo of you with that cartilage piercing that you've mentioned a couple of times now… that I think we would make the absolute most annoyingly outwardly chipper and upbeat couple, even as we both know there's so much more to both of us than that… that I am already more in love with you than I even knew a person could possibly be in love with another person even before the name “Asimov” escaped those perfectly beautiful, sensual, sexy mother fucking lips… that I want to kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, to the point where some days that is all I think about.… and all the other days? all I can think about is touching your butt… that I really want to introduce you to my cat… and to my mom… that I want to just drive wherever with you, anywhere you want to go, anywhere you ask me to take you… that I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

sigh

Good lord, how I love you, you beautiful, funny, clever, sexy, sweet, just incredible person, you. You are all I want. Everything. Perfectly packaged into one perfect being.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

I love you. So much. You have no idea.

Yours.