Of course I love you.

Hey sweet love–
I need to tell you something.

This thing—

Holding everything in…
Not telling you how I feel every time I see you…
Not just scooping you up into my arms every chance I get…

It's one of the hardest things I've done in my life.

But loving you?

Loving everything about you?

Babe.

Loving you is easy.

So flippin' easy.

I don't have to try. I don't have to “accept”.

It's just… you are you.
And me? I'm fully, wholly, and entirely in love with you.

And even as you've slowly stripped yourself before me—
Revealing another inch here, another glipmse there…

All I can even do is just sit in rapt attention,
feel my heart pounding in my chest as it grows
and grows
and grows…

Baby.

Maybe it's a surprise to you, but it shouldn't be.
You are everything a heart could desire.
Everything this heart desires.
Each fractal curve of your being fits perfectly
into the every-growing, ever-changing home I keep for you
in mine.

When I tell you I want all of you?

I mean all of you.

My fingers finding their way to places
you didn't even realize could feel good…

And baby—

I love you.

Yours.