I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.
And no, not the kind of love that you’d think if I ever told you.
I’m talking about the kind of love where I’d stay up all night, just to hear you talk.
The kind of love, that where instead of actually doing something- like going out or some other awkward-social thing- I’d rather stay home in bed. With you. Watching Hannibal, even though it really, really, /really/ grosses me out sometimes and gives me nightmares.
You think you’re ugly and that /you’re/ gross, but baby, I’ve never met someone more beautiful.
I love that you’re into gore, I love that you’re into vampires, I love that you’re into everything that you’re into, because you’re perfect. And like I said, I’m probably in love with all of you, so your interests are a part of that.
You’re just so /perfect/. Everything you do has me falling harder every day and /fuck/ do I want to tell you.
I want to tell you so fucking bad.
But I am a hardcore pussy and I know that I never will.