All In.

Baby, I don't know much. Shit, like John Snow, pretty sure I know nothing…

But I do know one thing:

I am all in for you.

All the way in.

I've said before: There isn't any new thing I've learned about you that hasn't made me fall more deeply in love with you.

That continues to be true.

That will continue to be true for as long as I breathe.

Oh, you surprise me, don't get me wrong. I am constantly surprised by you.

But, god. I love that, too.

I might've been a bit flippant about it last night, but I need you to know:

I love you.

And, for me?

That ain't selective. That's not “I love this thing” and “I love that thing”…

When I tell you that, I am using the words precisely as they mean:

You. The whole of you. Every quirk, every corner. Every curve, every kink. All the weird little intricate details of your brain. I love the way you talk, I love the way you think, I love the way you eat, I love the way you love, I love the way you walk, I love the way you move through this world, I love the way you look, and god I love everything else, too.

Far as I can tell, babe, loving you is my purpose, is my reason for being put on this earth.

Because, damn. It just… fuckin'… happens.

And here is where I tell you that I've sensed you've been in a gentle mood lately, so I've been trying to wrap you up in the softness of my heart…

But if I'm being real honest, babe, I am beyond feral right now.

And my heart might be soft, but another part of me is out there making the Mohs scale obsolete, just thinking about those beautiful fucking delicious god-damned amazing fucking thighs wrapped around any part of me at all…

Fuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkkk…

Baby.

I am down bad.

As the kids say.

And you, dear girl… You are the center of it all.
Always and ever.

But, god, girl. I hope you're good.

Love you. Worry about you more than I should.

Want you more than you'll ever know.
More than I even know how to handle.

Soul fucking in love with you,
Me.