Happy Valentine’s Day, Hunter, my lover and my best friend.
Once you asked me how I knew I loved you? I didn’t answer you because I could not put it into words. I guess we all assume that the one we love most knows it as much as we do, but how could you know the depth of my love for you? My love for you is such a part of who I am. The love I have for you is hard core and so real, sweet, thick and sticky, and bound by red hot lust. My love for you is pretty much embedded in my DNA, lol.
So the question was, How do I know that I love you? Well you know I like to be clinical, sometimes even scientific, about certain philosophical things such as religion, or love, so here is what I came up with so that you know my love for you is real.
It’s Simple; if I think of the word love, instantly the image of your big smiling face pops into my brain. When I read anything about love, my thoughts instantly go to you. When I find something I love or am excited about, I think of how much I want to share it with you. When I am not near you, I feel like a part of me is missing. If we fight and I try to stay angry at you, it never lasts. When you come close to me and smile, my heart melts and my cock gets rock hard. Try as I may, my love for you over powers my brain and heart to the point where you may have noticed that I randomly pinch your face or smack your ass as you walk by me, or grab you by the hair and bite your neck till you sequel and scream and get mad at me. I can’t help myself; my love for you is deep and real. I still got it bad for you man. Still even after all these years. When you walk in to a room you make me happy to be alive.
