A LITTLE MORE ATTITUDE, A LITTLE MORE SPICE
Have you ever tasted something so good, so warm, so rich, that you have to close your eyes and just let it sink in, like you’ve cracked the code to happiness? Yeah, that’s what loving you feels like. If love had a flavor (and it totally should), it would definitely be you—sweet like honey, warm like fresh bread that just came out of the oven, and something I’ll never get tired of—unlike that “miracle” workout routine I started last month. Spoiler: I’m still sore and not a single inch of fat has melted off.
Your voice? It’s like rain on a scorching day—finally, some relief after I've been slowly evaporating in the heat of my own thoughts. Your touch? Sweetest in the morning after... well, after literally anything other than the rude awakening of an alarm blaring in my ear. Who even thought alarms were a good idea?
And I had no idea love could feel like this. It’s not some dramatic, exhausting chase or a constant game of “where is this even going?” like I’m trying to decode a 20th-century love letter. Nope, this is soft, steady—like that one pair of sweatpants you refuse to throw away, even though you know they’re basically a rag at this point. I don’t have to wonder why I’m standing by your side—because guess what? It makes total sense. There’s no overthinking, no scrutinizing every single thing I say like I’m auditioning for a role in a rom-com. I’m not trying to "earn" your affection like I’m playing a bizarre game of love Monopoly.
You love me the way I fantasized about as a teenager—except, shocker!—it’s real, and doesn’t involve me drowning my feelings in overpriced coffee and melodramatic poetry. And I wanted to love you the same way—loud, proud, and in full, vibrant technicolor, without the usual stress or panic attacks about what comes next. Because let’s face it, love like this doesn’t exactly knock on your door every day. For everything you are, for everything we are, I wouldn’t waste a single second of it. Not even for an extra five minutes of sleep, though believe me, that would be a godsend.
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