Letter thirty five: my darling I will say it again and again until my life comes to an end, pardon me with mercy if I ever mistake you for an angel it's just that I've never seen something so beautiful, so enticing and passionate. I want to be on one knee with an emerald ring in hand as a mere tribute to this reflection of light, I want to warp all things holy for your pleasure if it means I could look at you from across the room. You are my rain and everything that keeps my heart warm, it's no wonder I'm so hot all the time when I have such a bright beam of warmth to think about day and night. Falling in love with you feels like floating head first into the Mariana Trench and despite my severe thalassaphobia I continue to let myself sink because I know when even if I never hit the bottom it will all be okay because I'm with you. If I could only describe all my love for you in words I would have hypergraphia my sweet baby, please never leave my side.
Letter thirty six: man before you sent me all that cute shit I was going to describe so horny ass shit but here we are, crazy how the world works. Still want you to give me hickeys between my thighs though.
