alovelysub:

I need to be kissed. Slow, wet, deep, fast, tongue-filled, languidly, desperately, intensely, passionately…all of it. I just need to be kissed hard and well and often.

This is for me to remember all the magical moments I might soon forget. And that maybe one day he’ll come across it and realize the effect he had/still has on me, for he is a beautiful man and human being.

I love that you massaged my hand when I told you my arthritis was acting up.
I love the way you made fun of a guy for “attacking” his girlfriend’s face with nibbles and then proceeded to surprise “attack” me the rest of the night.
I love how much you hate PDA and only partake in hand holding and give me just ONE kiss when you’re drunk.
I love that I know when you’re drunk because you’ll hold my hand and kiss me just ONCE in public.
I love the sound of your voice, your laugh and your bright blue eyes.
I love how you’re intrinsically motivated and how that’s made you the successful business man you are.
I love that you’re confident in every decision you make.
I love that you feel no pressure to get married before 30.
I love that you’d feel bad for your kids, even though I know you’d be a great dad.
I love all your stories from studying abroad.
I love that you’re a momma’s boy.
I love the name your momma gave you.
I love that you and your brother were so excited to hear me sing the Star Wars parody of ‘American Pie’. That’s when we knew.
I love that you like my singing voice.
I love that I like your singing voice.
I love that you’re a health nut that also pigs out on nachos and pizza.
I love your style and that you care about how you present yourself to the world. Except I hate your old, distressed jeans with the holes in the knees.
I love that you’re even sexier with those clothes on the ground.
I love when you kiss me on the forehead in the morning, even though it’s a rare occurrence.
I love that I was awake when you kissed my forehead in the middle of the night when you thought I was sleeping.
I love that you hold my hand while sleeping if we both need space to spread out.
I love that you’re comfortable enough to sleep face-to-face and intertwined when we don’t need that space.
I love that you’re a proper gentleman who holds open doors and cooks me breakfast in the morning.
I also love that you’ll put all that aside to playfully beam me with a snowball while getting into my car.
I love that you made me a rose out of paper towel in like 50 seconds.
I love that you were the first guy in two years to say you wanted to take me out to dinner and then actually went and took me out to dinner. Some guys…
I love that you always give me a list of options.
I love that your list of options at the end of the night is always, “1.) We go to our respective homes; 2.) We go to my place; or 3.) We go to your place. I personally don’t like #1.” Neither do I.
I love our point system. I never did redeem mine…
I love that you were so excited for the 3D turkey cookies and pudding shots I made you. I’m happy they made your studying a little more bearable.
I love that you invited me to sit next to you in the computer lab while you worked because I was alone.
I love that you loved Suits.
I love how you use Yelp for everything…and that you find awesome places because of it.
I love that you played soccer and football.
I love that you had a bad boy stage, but matured from that. You know never to do that stuff again.
I love how well you handled the first time I got mad at you over a huge miscommunication. I still feel bad though…
I love that when I brought you a gift to apologize when I came to Chicago, you were like a little kid on Christmas begging me to let you open it.
I love that you loved your gift and wore part of it the next day.
I love that you’re persistent…because I’m bad at picking up hints and overanalyze if that’s what you actually want from me.
I love that you gave me your suit coat while walking to Lucky’s during Halloween, the night we met, because you noticed I was shivering.
I love that Katie made me come to Madison for Halloween even though I hate it.
I love that you always apologized for something before I even needed to tell you I was upset; you knew you messed up. You still owe me for not being there to kiss me on New Years.
I love that you care enough to make a raincheck if you have to cancel plans, and actually follow through redeeming that raincheck.
I love that the second you heard I didn’t have cake for my birthday, you wanted to surprise me by getting a cupcake at the gas station.
I love that you, instead, helped me eat my Edible Arrangement at my request.
I love that you wanted to make me a birthday breakfast, and did.
I love that you try to pay for everything, but allow me to treat you or just pay for my share.
I love all the random movies we’ve watched.
I love that you wanted to watch Mulan with me while intoxicated, which then turned into Moulin Rouge.
I love when you slipped while wearing nothing but your socks because your brother burst through the front door.
I love that after two months of not seeing you, you were vulnerable but polite (and drunk) enough to ask if it was still okay to kiss me. It was.
I love that I was one of the first people, if not the first person, you contacted when you finally came back to Madison.
I love that you spent 14 hours straight with me that day and introduced me to more of your friends.
I love that you’ve ALWAYS made time for me when you visit Madison.
I love that even months after we met, you still remembered little tidbits of details about me that I mentioned months before.
And I love that when I was moving back to Madison you couldn’t remember if I was moving back for good or just visiting again, even though I told you 2 days prior.
I love that when your brother’s house was robbed on Christmas Eve, you just wished I could be there to cuddle with you.
I love your friends.
I love that you hate syringes because it makes me feel like a badass that I’m brave enough to give myself my own injections for my RA.
I love that your family lives in Madison, my favorite city.
I love that you’re a Badger like me; my future husband will have to be a Badger, they just won’t understand otherwise.
I love that you’re a mechanical engineer, completely opposite from me. We’d kick ass on a game show.
I love when you drunk texted me twice, inviting me to come apartment searching with you in Chicago and telling me how stupid it was that I was finally moving back to Madison when you were leaving for Chicago.
I love that you live in Chicago.
And I love that you’re silly enough to dance to 'Drunk In Love’ and 'Latch’ with me in line at the Shedd Aquarium…in the rain.
I love that Dan Croll has become a way to remember my trip, even if we did miss his sold out concert.
I loved playing Star Wars pinball with you at the Beercade.
I love that it was important to you that we see all the tourist attractions I’ve always wanted to see.
I love that you shared your first tourist-y exploration of Chicago with me.
I love that you invited me to visit you again about five times, while I was still in Chicago.
I love your mojitos.
I love that you wanted to get drinks with me after my MCAT.
I love that you offered to help me understand physics for the MCAT.
I love that you understand physics. I’m clueless.
I love when we ran six blocks in the rain to my apartment. And that you were upset that you didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to kiss me in the rain.
I love that you trusted me enough to drive your company car home, despite the several times I’ve spaced out while driving you places. I’ve never been in an accident!
I love that you own a motorcycle and unleash your inner “bad boy” need-for-speed when you take me for a spin.
I love your brother’s beat up car that you can only get in from the passenger side and the heat only works on full blast.
I love when we drove around in that car on literally the coldest day in Wisconsin in 20 years.
I love that it physically hurt to be outside, but I didn’t notice so much because we were laughing so hard.
I love that you always tell yourself 'I’ve been colder’ to make yourself feel better, but couldn’t say that on that night because you literally were never colder than that in your life.
I love that you love beer, even if I hate it. It’s sexy.
I love that when I told you I was in the basement with my family because of a tornado warning, your next response was everything you found on Google on how to stay safe during a tornado.
I love that you love to watch me dance with my girl friends at bars.
I love that you think you’re a nerd, you are but you’re also too attractive for a nerd.
I love that you’re like a girl when it comes to gaining weight; feeling fat when you gain an unnoticeable amount of weight and yet I still have trouble keeping my hands off of you.
I love your taste in music, because you’re hipster…but you’re not. No mainstream for you.
I love that you hate country music.
I love that you have no idea that I Facebook stalked you months before I ever met you because you were in a picture with a mutual friend and thought you were extremely attractive.
I love the daydream I had while doing that - what it would be like to date you and be yours, and then deciding a boy like you would never be interested in a girl like me.
I love that a boy like you was interested in a girl like me.
I love that you’re the type of man that makes me feel like a woman; the first I’ve met.
I love that I can see myself falling in love with you. I already love you.

Every girl deserves to feel the way this man has made me feel. You deserve to have a list just as long as this, if not longer, of all the things the right boy will do for you that you love.

mingdliu:

“Being alone is suffocating, like there’s a weight on my ankles that I can’t unchain.”

Because I procrastinate. ;]