It has only been three months. Three months since you went underwater and didn’t come back up. You don’t like to talk about it, you push it aside. Laugh, then distract me with your body. I love your laugh. It is naughty and mischievous and so completely you. I love your body too. Its curves and lines, its fire and insatiability. Without that insatiability, I wouldn’t be here. I never would have met you, captured you, begged you to tie my heart down with a thousand unbreakable strings.
That day, three months ago, terrified me. Terrified me in a way worse than Jennifer. It was the death of my own soul along with yours. I will never take you for granted. I will spend each day treating you like the incredible woman that you are. I will worship your body and fuck you in whatever place and position your kinky self deems worthy. I will love you as long as I live.
You, Madison Decater, own my heart.
Happy Valentine’s Day,