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Sometimes it just gets to me, how much I truly adore you, how much I love you with every fiber of my being. I’ll be having my coffee and I’d suddenly realize, “Fudge this, I love him so much.” Or how I’d be having a good time with friends, and suddenly I’d miss you and wonder what you’re up to or if you’re getting enough sleep or if work’s going okay for you. To be honest, there isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t think of you. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you. Sometimes it scares me how much I care about you, how I’ve never cared for anyone this way before or ever will again. It might still be early, but you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. It’s pretty amazing how things turned out for us. I’ll always remember that weekend, the message I sent you, the “I love you’s”. It’s not everyday that you get to love a person who loves you back, and baby believe me, I’m the lucky one. We both knew when we signed up for this that it won’t always be easy, but I think that’s what makes it special. You and I, we’re messy and complicated, but we’re real. And I love us. I love you, and I love how you love me. If I could, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

It’s you, dude. It’s 3am in the morning and I’m shaking myself out of a bad dream, wishing you were the blanket I use to hide from my monsters. It’s 5am and everything’s quiet and the sun’s slowly kissing my skin, but I’d prefer to have your lips on me more than anything else. It’s 7am and I’m having my coffee and I’m wondering how much sugar you put in yours, or how many cups you consume in a day. It’s 10am and I’m trying to get into the work mood, but still I’m thinking of how your evening is going. It’s 1pm and I’m having lunch and I wish you’d join me and have a taste of our cuisine. It’s 3pm and I’m frightfully busy but I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about you. It’s 6pm and I’m on my way home but I’d rather be coming home to you. It’s 8pm and I wish you’d wake up soon because I miss you so much. I miss you all the time. It’s 11pm and sleep is slowly taking a hold on me, and I wish you could teleport to me and hold me all through the night. Whatever time of the day, it’s you. You’re all I think about. You’re all I could concentrate and focus on, to think that I have a lot of other things to think about. It’s you, it’s you, it’s always gonna be you. God, you’re like a drug and I constantly need to have my dosage. You’re like a drug and I couldn’t care less about overdose because honestly I really just can’t get enough.