I be simping hard for u bby gurl

You are like a potato. Beautiful and rustic. A gorgeous gift from mother earth

You are a pure and beautiful light. I am a sinner, burned down to the bones and rebirthed by your holy light. I wonder what you dream about.

I love you, now and always

of food, your whispers, yelps. I want to waste away in the decadence that is your voice. You're incredibly easy to love and your ability to love a loathsome mess like me. I was my grossest, simple-minded, irredeemable, unfunny, just incredibly cringe-worthy mess. Despite that, you showed me a respect and dignity that I did not deserve. My favorite pet name to call you has shifted towards boobi but what you really are is my angel, sent by a higher power or force to open my eyes to what it feels to experience true happiness. You're the very best of what humanity has to offer. You are compassionate, witty, intelligent, a talented artist that should really show that talent off more, meticulous in your gift giving, selfless in how you care for others and give yourself to other despite them letting you down. What I love most about you is that even when you are let down or when fortunes turn sour, you never lose your hope or charm. Admirable, beautiful, simply the best.

fragile and cold. I wanted to keep them warm forever and only then did the frailty of our humanity. I wanted to protect that feeling and live in it forever. Although you're incredibly strong (but not stronger than me ;)), I felt the primal desire to protect you which ended up being pretty ironic because I'd be shaking and crying in your arms less than 24 hours later and being protected by you from scary roller coaster rides. From the instant we touched, your voice ringing in my chest as you pressed your head into it to embrace me, I felt an instant nostalgia. Your voice is a thing of beauty. The first time I heard your voice, I became so flustered that it felt like I had a fever. My face was warm with blood, my heart fluttered and skipped. Listening to your voice everyday feels like an incredible privilege that I did not earn. Although what I miss most about sharing physical space with you changes as I recall our time together, your laughter, muffled speech when your cheeks were full