Never used to this.

Babe, this is where my heart goes when I think about us… even when I know we've both still gotta work through all the hard parts. Baby…

I will never get used to this.

The perfect woman with the perfect heart, that seems to beat so perfectly in time with my own. The perfect soul that I love so perfectly — scars and all. The perfect lips in my hair and the perfect breasts in my face and the perfect hips rocking against me as my hands grasp that prefect ass as if my life depended on it…

Leaving me perfectly happy. For the first time in my life.

Babygirl, we aren't even there yet, but it's getting so close. And after all of it? After I've had you in every way I could ever dream of, even after I've memorized every sigh, every whimper, every shiver… After I finally have you, outside and in…

I still will never get used to this.

Never stop aching for you. Never stop marveling at the way that you feel, the way we fit, that way you look up at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters…

Never stop wanting you. More. I will always want more.

More of your touch, more of your love, more of your lips against mine.

And even after I've claimed every inch of you, after you've given me everything — body and soul — I'll still be right here.

Craving you. Reaching for you. Loving you.

Never losing this feeling. Never letting it fade.

Forever.

Perfectly yours,
Me.