Every damn time…

Baby…

You know how I know I love you? How I know I'll always love you?

Every time I see you–every single time, whether it's a quick glance across a crowd, or I'm lucky enough to just get to look you in those eyes—my heart starts beating about ten times harder.

Even now. Even after a decade of knowing you, after at least half that falling hopeless head over heels for you.

Every. Fucking. Time.

You are what drives me, baby.

I see you, I hear you, I watch how you move through the world, and sometimes still the only thought I can even form is

I want that. I want you. Here. Next to me. In my arms.

And sometimes… right now… me… in your arms.

My head resting wearily on your chest…

Your fingers in my hair—what little there is…

And if I fall asleep, babe, it's only because I'm so comfortable

finally comfortable

where i am

in my skin

in my heart

in your arms

sigh

Love you, beautiful.

Seriously.

You're breathtaking

in every way.

Yours.

(more so than you know)