I’m not sure what to say anymore.

I have no idea how to write what I think about you that isn’t some terrible simile I’ve said before.

I love you.

I love you when you’re tired and not quite you,

I love you when you’re sick and trying to disappear.

I love you when you’re cold and hot at the same time,

And I love you when you’re soft and welcoming. 

Every part of me wants every part of you,

I promise.