Letters To You

Puzzled

I fucking love you.

Everything about you destroys me in the most beautiful way. 

The way your mind works, like a puzzle. Usually,

I solve them so quickly, carelessly because I know I can. 

But that mind. I feel as though I have to take my time with you.

Calculate each piece slowly, being aware of every closed possibility. 

My hands have to tease every part of you. Every detail.

It's like a mini fire starting in my fingertips. 

We are the perfect match. However, 

I don't worry that eventually we will burn out anymore.

Ignite it because I fucking love you.

I love fucking you.