Letters to no one in particular.

I wrote this for you on April 8 2015

I need to feed your thoughts with the idea that you are an avalanche of fear and thats okay. When you lash out it is okay baby, let the emotion go.

It's okay.

You're scared. You're scared of everything, I know. This thing scares you and you try to ignore it but you can't run away from me this time.

We're more than what we were and you know it; I affect you just as much as you affect me if not more.

When you see me your temperature drops. Instantly.
But when I'm singing or I'm dancing, you just burn up.

You're hot for me. Literally.

I can tell by the different ways you kiss me.

In front of people you don't like to show you're feelings that often because it shows weakness or something, I never knew really, but you kiss me like you're rainchecking our love for a second even though you look like you're in pain.

But when you see me again and its only us, you get hot for me all over again; we kiss as if we know nothing else. You kiss me softly but firmly and it's wonderful. You make my entire body react differently. My head gets hot but your touch just makes my blood turn to ice water in an instant.

You aren't the "I missed you" type but after we see each other after a week of being away; you kiss me with fire. It's as if our love just heats up your blood and you get slow, sweet drops of adrenaline and you handle me so gently that each drop makes you just a little rougher and harder with the kiss.

When our friends or family are around, you kiss me like you're glad. Like I'm the only source of your happiness; like I drain the sadness out of you. And I love that.

I know you love it too. You don't have to tell you out loud because you show me everyday.

I need to feed your mind with the inevitable fact that I am yours.

I'm yours baby; I've been yours since the moment you saved me.