I Love You

Hey darling..

Kalissa Michelle Wissick, you're my everything. My muse, my reason for breathing, the reason I smile. You mean even more than the world to me, and I just adore you so. I love the way your voice sounds compared to mine, how you can hit the high notes with such grace. I love holding your hand in mine, intertwining our fingers as I look at the ceiling, stealing glances at you when you aren't paying attention. I am NOT romantic, for the record, I'm just in love with everything about you. You're the first person I've ever really fallen in love with. I've never felt such feelings for anyone else. When I look at you, I just feel my heart leap into my throat, and my tummy get twisted in knots. An idiotic smile grows on my face even when I just think about you. When you aren't with me, my favorite thing to do is re-read our old texts, way back when you first started talking to me, and I feel my mind racing to visualize each moment. Where I was, who was with me, my initial reaction, etc. I've never done that with another partner. You're the first, and I hope you're my last. You motivate me to do everything that, normally, my depression prevents me from doing. When I first started talking to you, that was when I got back into writing. You subsided my depression. And then, when you leave my house, it comes back. Until, of course, you send me that text, that "Hey Darling.." to just snatch every ounce of my attention. I spend hours on end just staring at my phone, thinking, "When's she gonna respond, when's she gonna respond, I hope she didn't forget about me," And then my phone vibrates, and it's you. The way your face lights up when I do/say something even slightly cute just makes me wanna giggle and kiss you all over your face. The way you reject my kisses, and then, after I pout, give me one so passionate that it catches me off guard, and leaves me wanting more. And, never is it when we aren't busy. One of us is usually getting dressed, or we're cleaning the room, or washing our hands, just, something along those lines.

Anyway, enough of me rambling. You're just perfect. To me, at least. I see all of you, and all of you is perfect. You're my baby girl, my princess, my darling, my love, my Kali-bear, my wife-to-be.

Love,

Ashton L. Sillick🖤