Darling boy. I think you’re more of a dream than I’d like to admit. You’ve existed in my mind for so long. You go by many names: soulmate. The One. Love of my life. Angel. True love. Mister right. Beloved. Red. Why would I call you anything but your name when you go by so many? I can call you my sweetheart and it doesn’t hold what I’d like it to. My Red. Color boy. Have you ever considered that the crime scene of my heart is now covered in your fingerprints? Does it bother you to have your name so close to a ******? I’d like to think your hands will be the softest thing to ever touch me. I’d like to think your lips are even softer. I want to believe that you’ll always love me like this, the way that I’ll always love you like a whirlpool. I am just spinning in my feelings for you. They can be overwhelming, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. It’s almost like the universe created me to love you. I was created to be yours and you were created to be great. You’ve succeeded. And I hope I’m succeeding, too. I love you, soulmate.