It’s All Your Fault

You’re turning me into someone who’s a lot less dark and angry, and a lot more caring and warm. Instead of hating everyone and everything, I spend most of my time just thinking about how much I love you.

And oh my god, do I love you. It’s kinda crazy, actually, because the more time I spend with you, not only do I find you more physically attractive (goddamnit, you’re so cute) but every little thing you dobecomes more reason for me to love you— the little tilts of your head, the way you wrinkle your nose, the way you just get all cuddly and you won’t let go for anything at all.

Everything’s starting to work out, in my life, and I’ll tell you what— you’re probably the best part of it all.