The boy with the blue eyes

Some thoughts

So, I always look through quotes on tumblr and instagram and try to find things that make me think of you or something I’d love to hear you say to me. What I’m going to do in todays letter to you, my love, is take those quotes and pictures and turn them into exactly what I want to say to you, along with my own thoughts as well.

 Dear my love,

This isn’t all going to be sexual because we both know that isn’t what our relationship is about. We love each other so much and that makes me so happy because we have something that you don’t find much of, love. When we make love and you are on top of me, I wish I could look into your eyes forever with how perfect you look. I know you get annoyed with me sometimes and that’s ok, we’re going to get annoyed sometimes. Especially when we live together. As you’ve probably found out from being with me, I’m touchy. I love holding your hand and kissing you; I like to rub your back and hug you. It’s comforting to physically be with you and to touch your body with mine makes me so happy.

I love cuddling with you; being with you makes me forget everything else in the world, like it’s only you and me. I love how passionate you are with me. Even something so simple as you moving and my mind goes blurry. You know exactly how to satisfy me; when you moan or whisper under your breath when we make love, or when you kiss my neck when I put my head back… Makes me feel like your mine. I know you will never put yourself into the way we bond in that way with anyone else.

You always say how you were raised to not cry, show emotion, but the way you show yourself through things you do everyday, like laughing or joking around with me… complimenting me with your head tilted to the side with that adorable smile of yours that is so gorgeous it could make flowers grow… you don’t even realize it and that makes you not only physically, but mentally attractive and it makes me that much more crazy about you.

I used to change myself whenever I’d start dating a guy… I’d mold myself into someone I wasn’t just to feel something so I wouldn’t have to be alone because I was so scared. Since meeting you, I haven’t needed to hide or change myself in any way. You reassure me every day that I can be myself with you. You aren’t going anywhere and neither am I. You aren’t afraid to show affection toward me…. You compliment me and tell me I’m perfect, when I know very well that I am not. It brings us back to you being you. One of my biggest fears is losing you, I’ve given you my heart, I truly have. Every morning when I wake up, I think of you and I just smile and fall in love all over again… every time I see you.

Have you ever heard the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder”? That in every sense of the way applies to us. Whenever we don’t see each other for a long time, the second we do see each other… we can’t keep our hands off of each other. Everything is better when I’m with you… The sun, it shines a little brighter, the birds chirp a litter louder, and the grass gets a little greener.

I definitely receive all the love I give. I feel as if, you show me all of you. I get to see a side of you that no one will ever get to see and I feel so lucky. You’ve showed me your body and not only have I seen you physically naked but I have seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You’re a respectful, well-mannered boy who is not afraid to smack and whisper dirty things to me in bed behind closed doors. Our sex life is so intimate and means so much to me that I almost feel guilty to be writing it here. You know how to give me butterflies while making me extremely horny. All of which you do with a smile.

I like that we don’t give hickeys on our necks, not only because our parents plus your work would kill us but because when we give hickeys, we are the only ones going to see it.

“I love when kisses get so intense you just grab at each other because you literally cannot get any closer to each other. That’s my favorite thing. Or when you aren’t thinking and kisses get sloppy and you get a mouthful of teeth. I love when you get side tract and you kiss hard and you were supposed too be gentle but you end up being slammed into a wall. I like when things get hot and you both are literally panting because you can’t catch your breath.”

You say that if I were to call you daddy, you’d probably get very turned on and it feels so different with us for me to call you daddy… compared to other couples our age calling their boyfriends daddy because, you are a daddy. I’m mommy and you’re daddy… these are our names now. I don’t see it as a sexual kink anymore. I don’t find it gross or unusual.

 No drug or amount of alcohol could ever intoxicate me, when compared to the high I feel every time you kiss me.