*blushes* H-hi. I'm...I'm Sky. It's n-nice to m-me

I think the only thing worse than loving someone who doesn’t love you back, is loving someone who told you they loved you back, but they didn’t.

I know I’m a handful to deal with, some days I’m happy, some days I’m sad and other days I’m just emotionless. I promise you will never regret falling for me because I’m faithful, committed and insanely in love with you. You showed me the meaning of love and you made me feel like I am good enough.

Love is sappy and gross and messy. Sometimes it’s waiting in a gas station parking lot at 12:44am because they need to be picked up from a party that they got too drunk at, but love means you don’t mind feeding them fries on the car ride home because you’re just happy you will get to sleep next to them. Love is bumpy and dirty and silly. It’s blowing raspberries on their belly while you watch a movie together and it’s not letting you lose too badly at mini golf because they know you like to win. Love is being thrown in the water from the docks and love is being tucked in at night and love is helping them pick out their outfits in the morning and getting them into their pyjamas when they’re too tired to do it themselves and love is showing up at their house with frozen yogurt when you know they’re too sad to move and feeding it to them spoonful by spoonful on the floor and love is brushing their hair for them when they’re in a bad mood and love is you, love is you, love is you.

The first time I spoke to you, I was in a hurry to leave and get myself home. But your arms soon became my home. And I suddenly couldn’t think about anything else but you holding me throughout the night.

When you kissed me, I have tasted the stars at night.

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being”. - Oscar Wilde

She settled for ships-in-bottles when she deserved navy fleets. That is why her ocean is so blue.

I’m the type to stop and smell the roses but you’re the type to stop and pick the weeds.

It was easy To find poetry in your kiss, but it took me years to find prose in the way you undress when you know I’m watching. Your habits are detailed and full of yearning. No man should ache this silently For the simple sight of skin.

Even eternity isn’t long enough to give you all the love and affection that you deserve.

I crave for your affection.