Written on parchment paper in ink
My dearest Brian,

You see that? I start with the truth. You are dearest to me. Dearer than anyone else in this world or any other. You own me. Body, heart, and soul, I've been penetrated through the heart with cupid's arrow and it will never be removed. Fatally in love with you, Brian, and I can't imagine being any other way.

My darling boy, my husband, my love, I've been thinking of you all day. I always think of you. I think about the curl of your hair, the bitchy way your breath hitches before you slap my hands off your thighs when you're sleeping, the way your eyebrow moves when you try not to laugh at me. I think about the way you taste, the way you smell, and the way your body feels against mine when we sleep. The way you fit against me. I think about the way you open up for me- not physically, though that's unspeakably erotic- but emotionally, letting me in like the flower lets the bee. And we're back to erotic pollination, but it's not about that. It's about the way I feel like I'm coming home when I put my head on your chest and let your heartbeat rush over me, mine own changing to fit.

You are amazing, beautiful, brilliant, and I daily thank every star in the night sky that you are mine and I am

Yours,
Liam