Dear Kj,
My queen, my lover, my sunshine, if you can't tell that I'm still turned on by you then you're about to find out. Strictly speaking, this isn't a love letter, it's a lust letter. I'll ask God for forgiveness later.
But now that I think about it, he created the attraction between us so he's partly to blame for all this.
(I'm ready to start dodging thunder strikes)
I loved you even before I knew how sexy you were but on days like these, I sometimes wonder if the only reason I can wait a few years to marry you is so that I can fuck your brains out. (I should be ashamed by that statement but I'm not any more). Shame is a power we give others to wield over us so I stand by my hormones.
I can't promise never to joke about how good you look but so far I've never lied about how insanely attractive I find you. Left to me I would never take my eyes (or hands) of you. Words of affirmation only work if I believe what I'm saying. Believe me when I say that on our wedding night, the thoughts I would have for you will not be thoughts of good but of evil.
The first time I saw you, I thought, 'this is the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on'. I was so in awe of you that I could barely stand it. You're like a song that I heard when I was younger but forgot I knew until I heard it again because one day we met and for some reason I felt more connected to a stranger than anyone else.
Ever.
It felt like you were an angel sent for a higher purpose or to keep me safe in dangerous times.
You're proof that sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. I like to question everything but what I have for you is beyond all logic. It feels like you're oxygen and when I met you I started breathing for the first time.
I love you big time.
Yours faithfully,
Sugar Bear.