I’m in love with you
The worse part is that, out of fear, I often tried to deny being this much in love. I didn’t want to feel that I could again have these strong feelings other than those of, let’s say, a good friendship. But it’s very likely that I was still carrying a residue of a love that I thought was over, and this seed of love has found in your joy, beauty and sweetness the field to grow.
The rest, my love, is part of history, as you well know.
I think about you always. And I want to be able to give you all my affection, lots of cuddles, kisses, hugs and my warmth when you’re feeling cold (love always – in winter, summer, autumn and spring) and, in the end, my chest where you can lean your head on.
Here’s a big kiss from yours