TO HER

Some Things I Gotta Say

..... Where do I begin?? Hmmm... I suppose that I should just be out with it and just hope you understand what I'm trying to say.

Well, for one thing, I know I'm a girl. Am I girly?? Of course not. Well, at least not particularly or in most ways. I love shopping, shoes, coats, jackets ( there is a difference), shirts, pants, music, and so many other things, but that's not the only way to know that I'm a girl. It's also in the way you make me feel. I've oddly found myself trying to hide those feels, but I guess , after having that realization, those feels became hard to hide. Also, yes, I meant to put feels. I don't really know why I tried to hide them in the first place. I guess it was just instinct.

You've pointed out how excited ( in a non-sexual way ) I sound when we talk on the phone; you've said that you could tell that I was practically shaking. You were correct all of those times. You had the same affect on me before, but I kept it from showing.

The thought of getting to see you makes me feel like a little kid on Christmas morning or on the morning of her birthday. The thought of you makes my heart flutter in my chest, and talking to you relaxes me as well as it fills me with butterflies. Hearing your voice makes me feel like I could run for miles at full speed if only in your direction. Seeing you brings a calm to me with an underlying giddy excitement. Your touch makes my heart beat as if I had run for those many miles. Most anything about you from a thought to lying next to you can make my heart beat fast. We won't even discuss what your kiss does to my poor heart. We'll save that one for later on.

You nicknames for me , Baby and Candy included, make a smile come to my face that just won't go away. Wearing a ring that represents us and our love and promise to one another tends to have the same effect. I'm not quite sure if I've told you this, but I love being yours. Why do you think almost anyone around me ( that won't go to my parents) knows about us?? When you get possessive sometimes, I usually like it. I don't like when people hit on me because I don't like that they think that they could have a chance when they most definitely don't have even the slightest chance. Why?? Because I'm completely and happily yours.

You say that I'm like a puppy. Well, yes, I am. I get excited by your attention, and I practically crave it, like I'm pretty much addicted to it. I love when you pet me. ( get your heads out of the gutter, guys) For example, when you rub my back or play with my hair or if you only put your hand on me. I love that you feel comfortable with me and that you know I'll be there to protect you if need be. I love when you say my name or a nickname you have for me. I love laying on you or you laying on me. I'm happy just sitting near you and listening to you. I'm loyal. I don't want anyone else, and I'm not going to hurt you. I love you far too mush for that....

Well, Love, I'm done explaining for now. I love you....