I’m a hopeless romantic, so when you call me honey or darling I swoon. You’re reminiscent of the sun, the warmth and protection radiating off of you in a comfort I wasn’t aware I needed. The way you make sure I’m okay at every twist and turn reminds me why I feel the way I do about you.
Who knows? Maybe you feel the same, but if you didn’t I’d be perfectly content with that. I don’t mind living in this cloud of delusion I have made for myself. You have stolen a piece of my soul and I don’t ever want it back, for the space that remains will serve as constant reminder of you, to whom I give my heart, my body, and every part of my essence so willingly. The hole my heart left, now in your hands, remaining ever free in case you wanted to join me.
I’m a hopeless romantic, so everything little thing you do makes me love you more.