My T, you are impossibly beautiful.
I have so much I want, need to say to you to be able to survive, but the feelings are so overwhelming I barely feel capable of finishing this sentence.
You are a rose. You were created by a being that doesn’t know restraint. You are so impossibly beautiful it squeezes my heart when I see your face.
I’m no artist, but you are my muse. My muse, the world is too cruel for an angel like you.
I can’t stand the thought of not finding you in my next life. Please be there for the rest of my lifetimes.