That room in your heart.

Babe.

God, I love how soft you can be… the softness of your heart… all those parts of you that are going to feel so soft in my hands…

God. Can't wait to get settled into that little home you've made for me in your heart. I just imagine it being all cushiony and warm and cozy…

…except maybe that one room, the one with all the leather…

Mmm. I love you baby. Miss you. But then again, I always miss you. Sometimes, I miss you even when you're right there next to me, because I know I've got to say goodbye before the sun settles in for the night.

Baby, I always miss you because I am a huge cheeseball and I am in lurrrvvvvvvvvv………

sigh

You got me, babe.

You really, really do.

Crazily Yours,
Me.