A Mi Querida Justin

I call you beautiful because of your heart of gold, your soul more angelic than the cherubs in heaven, and your face even DaVinci could never replicate.

You make me feel appreciated...
You make me feel special...
...like I'm worth something...
...like I'm worthy of something...
...like I'm deserving...
...like I'm attractive, and loved, and cared about...
...like I'm wanted.

I'm falling for you.
I'm falling fast.
And I don't know how to stop.
I want this to be real.

I want winter walks in the park; warm hats, gloves, scarves. Holding your hand as the snow falls around gently around us. Smiling and laughing at the kids playing in the snow.

I want a nice dinner, dressed up in coats and ties. Just the two of us. A song comes on and we take a slow dance on the floor. People stare as I kiss you gently, forehead to forehead, my arms wrapped around you.

I don't care what they say.
You're every line, you're every word.
You're my everything.