Hi, My name is Tyler. But if you're Mr. Right then you already know that. Because we've made a connection without even knowing it. Our souls are touched. You have no idea how much I want to see your face and touch your skin. And that pales in comparison to how much I just want to talk to you and laugh at inside jokes that no one else gets. There's no words for how much I want to get all dressed up to go out to the club and you'll look at me and just pounce on me. I want all my friends to talk about how wonderful we are when they talk about us. And when we talk about each other to our closest confidants, all of our dirty details will be revealed and our friends will be sorry they ever asked. You'll keep me warm when the night cools the earth, and even when the sun bakes the crust of the earth, you'll still want to hold my hand despite how hot and sweaty it'll get. And I'll do the same. You'll laugh even when I make a stupid joke, and you'll poke me when I'm not expecting it. You'll give me silly gifts and gifts that mean something. You'll provide me with all the energy that I forget to reserve for myself. You'll listen to me rant about my studies and eventually become an art historian in your own right. You'll travel with me and my family and I with yours. You'll let me drive everywhere. You'll let me sing at the top of my lungs, even if I don't know the words and I'm off key. Then you'll tell me how amazing I am. And I'll do whatever you want me to do. I'll do everything I can to make you happy. And we'll fight. And we'll cry. And we'll come close to blows and shouting matches. And I'll storm out and ask to be let back in. It'll be the stuff of fairy tales. And it may not last. But it'll be magical for the time being.
Sincerely,
Me. In all my faults. And all my strengths.
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