to you, my love.

ur cute uwu.

its not fair how cute you are.

i say it all the time.

even when you say quite lewd things, its just, like, my brains first response to everything you do is, "oh my god thats adorable."

button nose.

i wanna kiss it.

wanna kiss you.

your lips are just as pretty baby.

and i think, even with all of the things about you that make you seem sorta cool and collected you're actually a huge softie.

the height, the build, the voice.

the smarts, the action, all the black clothes in your wardrobe.

your work.

your hobbies and passion for the things that you do.

the way that you carry yourself.

"awkward'' as it may be.

you're really cool.

much cooler than i could ever be but sometimes you ask to cuddle or complain about how im not there hugging you.

soft.

whine about the cold.

how i should go over and warm you up.

waking up with your cats, saving baby cats cause that was a thing.

asking for kisses.

its the dualty of it.

i know how cool you are but when you do something outside of that character i remember that you're really just a baby.

my baby.

its funny.

ur cute uwu.