I don't know how long it will be before you see this, but the date of writing is May 3, 2013.

I realized today that I do, in fact, have a type. I previously thought that I didn't, but it turns out I do.
And that type is you.

I saw a picture earlier (while scrolling down my Tumblr dash) and immediately thought wow, that's really hot. Then I realized that she reminded me of you. She had the hair, the tattoos I know you want, the style, and was in a setting that I can imagine you being in. The picture just generally reminded me of you.

Now it gets mushy. Sorry.

I am honestly more attracted to you than I am to anyone else. More attracted than I think I have been to anyone ever. You are gorgeous and perfect. I think about you constantly. I don't think you know just how much I feel for you. How much I want you here with me and how much I want to be with you all the time. I could spend hours just looking at you. I could spend hours exploring every inch of your body. Your perfect curves, soft edges.

I want to kiss your neck and jaw and put my hand in your hair. I want to caress your skin. Your perfect skin that is so soft and smooth to the touch. I want to look into your eyes and see all of the thought and emotion and wonder and love they hold, and I want them to look back into mine and see the same.

I want to kiss your lips. Bite them. I want to tug at your ears with my teeth, and I want you to return the favor. I want to feel you against me in the heat of the moment, both of us pure electricity. I want to soar together, borne by passion and a need to express ourselves as both individuals and as a whole. I want you to wrap around me and hold me tight.

I want to lay with you snuggled close, talking about nothing and everything. I want to hold you close as we drift off together to that starry sea of dreams. I want to wake to the sound of your gentle breathing and kiss your forehead gently so as not to wake you.

Yeah, it's cliche and silly, but that's what I think about.