Dear Husband (Make it real feelsy~~)
I will write about the following. Leave one in my ask box:
   Tell me have you ever wanted
    someone so much it hurts?
  Your lips keep tryin' to speak
    but you just can't find the words.
I’m not sure where to begin.  I’m not sure that there is a place to begin.
Normally, I’d stray away from a letter like this, just pass it off.  And convince myself that you know how much I love you.  But, not to make you think that you doubt me, but, I love reminding you.  And, the list is endless in the reasons why I do love you so damn much as you add a new aspect to it daily.
I love you so much that it cripples me. It brings me to my knees and debilitates me.
I love you so much that it swarms my brain, heart, stomach, body like bees to a fresh field of wildflowers. Â It flourishes like pollonization but with the intensity of a raging wildfire. Â It grows by the moment, and each time I doubt it could grow any more vast. Â But then, you smile. Â But then, you say you love me. Â But then, I see your face in the morning, light-drenched by the new day. A new day that I get to spend with you.
You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met.  You make me love you in a way that frightens me because I’ve never known a feeling to be so potent.
I want, no, need to stay with you.  I’m sure I’ll fade away if I’m without you, without the knowledge that you care for me.
You smile at small hiccups in plans when I would grow furious. Â You quell my storms and yet, you cause them. Â
My love, you cause a heat in me, a desire so dangerous that, at times, I get lost in simply staring at you.  I’ve memorized every swell, every dip, every freckle.  Yet, the perfectness that your physique holds never ceases to amaze and excite me.
Life re-entered me because of you. Â And life would escape me without you.
I love you. Â I treasure you. Â I adore you. Â I lust after you. Â I am simply, and not-so-simply, mad for you.
—Yours, to my final breath and beyond,