She opened me up and let the butterflies inside of my stomach and my head and my toes. She let the light back in, where the light has not been for a very long while... I am in love with her. Kissing is enough (sometimes) and touching (is sometimes) not necessary and looking into her eyes is definitely enough to make every single cell inside of me burst from osmosis and love.
She knows me like I know the stars in the sky. I know her like she knows vinyl. She can read me better than I read books. And I can make her wake up in the middle of the night due to the sound of seduction in my voice during the day.
Leigh, I have fallen for you. You are intoxicating me. I never would have thought that I could be filled up again with happiness and love and joy and those **** butterflies... You make me want to draw like Picasso and be just as intelligent as Einstein and make poetry like Lang Leav.
Surely, I have shown you the love I feel for thee. "I love you's" and random cards and flowers and kisses and touches and poetry and my voice... I love you so much, you mean more to me than any star in the sky.
You are the beauty in the sky from dawn to dusk and the sweetest voice from the angels in heaven. You are truth and lies and so many things I am addicted to. You are something I have added to my list of addictions--- But, the best part of this "addiction" (love) is that you are amazingly good for me.
Some may say no (due to being homophobic) but I guess that is their problem. I guess all I am trying to say is that I love you Leigh.
sorry i change from "her" to "you"... she reads these and i get a bit caught up haha.