The best parts of you are the ones you don't even realize are great. The parts of you that you try to hide from the world. My favorite pieces of you are the things that make you insecure. Not because I like that you feel silly about their existence, but because it's so darling to me that you don't find something that is wonderful even that good at all.
Go ahead and act like you're not insecure at all... But I know the way you look when I touch your face. The way you look at me when I kiss you. The awkward smile you get when I touch your nippals. Or the giggle you get when I mention how absolutely sexy your body is. Yes, you're insecure. Who isn't? I love that about you. Because even though you don't think it is, I see it as pure perfection.
I love you, honey. I really do. I love every piece of you. Every inch of your beautiful body, and every crevice of your soul. I could be bundled up in your love for days, and be completely alright. If I got kisses like the ones I got tonight, I would be the happiest girl ever. Because honey, your love is my drug. (I couldn't resist. I'm sorry.)
Love always,
Your girl.
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