This is what you're signing up for.

At the risk of sticking my other foot in my mouth…

Maybe this doesn't matter. Maybe it's not even something you've thought about. But… there's a part of me that just needs to put it out there.

(Probably the same part that's gonna be reaching for your foot next, here in a few hours / days…)

I guess I've got a bit of duality, too.

Because, yes—as I said, I am as straight as they come.

But I am also very open-minded. And, far more importantly, I am completely, entirely, irrevocably in love with you.

So, like I said, I know there's a really good chance this isn't even on your radar, but if it ever is… If ever there is a day when you decide that your girl side has had her day in the sun, and it's time to let your boy side really express himself…

Well, look. Let me put it this way.

Much as you might fight it, we are going to age. And with that will come changes to our bodies. I was already prepared for that. All this does is open up a new (to me) branch of potential changes. And I'll just stick that branch—however likely it is or isn't to come to be—in the already-overflowing pile of things I’m bound to love anyways because it is you.

And maybe I don't need to say this but I'm gonna anyways:

We're not talking any kind of love here. This is romantic love we're talking about. ‘Til the day I draw my last breath. No matter which branches you end up exploring.

Always.

Just. So you know.

That's what you sign up for when you let yourself be loved by me.

I hope it's adequate.

Yours.

PS—No foot fetish, lol… though… I mean… ngl… It's never been an exaggeration when I've said I worship every single last inch of you.

And I always will.

(…even if one day I have to learn some new tricks that I never would have expected to be interested in until you were involved… ahem…)

(ok stopping while I'm ahead… if it's not already too late…)

(seriously, though… I love you, babe. Love. You. Through anything.)

(Anything.)