Otter Space

Sometimes, I’m the mess. Sometimes, I’m the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.

I want to cuddle with you but also give you orgasms.

I love you. The color of your eyes was never my favorite until I met you. Now no one else’s can compare. I love you. Not just on your good days. I love you when you’re feeling your lowest and you’re tired and all you want to do is cry. I love you. Even when you aren’t smiling. Your frown and your pout make me just as happy as those pretty teeth of yours. I love you. Even when I’m hurting. Even when I feel broken, you can always manage to get a smile out of me. I love you. I still get butterflies every time you look at me. Every time you tell me you love me, my heart flips and I feel a little stronger. I love you. Because loving you has never felt like a job. It comes naturally. I didn’t try to love you, it just happened. I love you. You make me a better version of myself. I try harder because I want to make you happy and make you happy to be with me. I love you. Nothing can compare to the feel of your skin against mine. And when you kiss me, everything else disappears. I love you. I didn’t think I would love you this much. I didn’t think I could love someone this much. You picked up my broken pieces without even knowing and fixed the cracks. I love you. Because no matter how many miles may be between us, I will never stop trying to get home to you.