Cowboy

I could pinch your cheeks.

Fine. You were in love with me slightly earlier. And more. And, you love me more. I have no complaints, and you should have no worries.

I fell in love with you four years ago, so I think I have you beat there. You had better be mine. I wouldn't let you be with anyone else.

I am very happily yours; let there be no ambiguity on this point. I will also always be yours, just to make thar clear, too. For the last three years, I've been suspended in a state of falling in love with you, more and more. I need you.

I enjoy stalking you, if that weren't clear. Even in places that don't matter, you're explicitly mine.

I could use your company right now. It hurts to be without you.

I love listening to yours. It makes me laugh. I miss you.

I always miss you. I love listening to your laugh. Even if you were laughing at me. Ass. I love you so much.

I missed you after your phone cut me off last night.

I'm so in love with you.

You made me. You kept giggling, too. I want you.

After one of your best giggle fits.

I would totally be making out with you right now, so we're clear.

You are always on my mind. I love you. So much. I wish my arms were around you, and my legs tangled with yours.

I miss you. I run out of words to describe feelings. I fall short when I try. I wish I could at least once articulate this to a point of clarity. "I love you" doesn't cut it.

You have such a cute ass.

Fine. You can keep me in bed for absurd periods of time, just making out with me. I'll kiss you until you're short-of-breath. I am completely obsessed and in love with you. It grows everday.

I'll just make out with you a lot. There will be no need to struggle.

I'll tame your enormous ass, so that you won't fidget and pace around the room.

And I'll hold you so tightly, you'll barely be able to move. Struggling? Useless. I love you more than I can tell you. I miss you.

• Male
• 25 years old