Love Letter to Who

When writing this I'm trying hard to not paint a picture of what you look like. I am trying my best to not think of what kind of hair you have, the color, the build you were born with or how you dress. I'm assuming you're a man though, maybe with some boyish looks.

When I say I love you, I want that stern face to break with a smile. When I tell you how much you mean to me, I hope it causes a smile to break your stern face. I hope it causes your blood to rush and that you remember you're my biggest crush.

I love you for all the moments you smile. I hope you remember all the times you have laughed and will laugh with me. I hope 

When you look at me I want your eyes to tell me me how you feel when I hold you without a word being spoken.

I desire a partner that brings the adventurous side out of me. I crave a partner whose romance doesn't lead me to question our bond. A lover who has passion in and out of bed. And when in bed that passion is fitting for a romance novel. 

I want you to see me for every flaw and imperfection and ignore them as I would do the same. If there is work to be done we will work towards it. 

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