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Dear Zaine,
I love when you suck on my nose and make walrus noises and kiss me with your pickle breath and whisper secrets to me and how you separate my food because I have OCD. I love how you slap my butt and make weird inappropriate jokes, and how you always comfort me and smell delicious when you sweat. I love that you love how hairy I am and I love that you love my body. I love the way you look at me and how I catch you staring at me sometimes, I love that you think that I'm beautiful and smart and I love that you love your mom. I love that I feel safe in your arms and I love how sensitive and open you are. I love that you read fantasy and science fiction and I love that you love Liz Taylor. I love that you always open the door for me and I love when you give me long massages. I love that I can be myself around you and I can burp and fart and be disgusting. I love that you smell me and tickle me and I love that you remember the name of my favorite song. I love that you love how chubby I am and I love that I can screech, giggle and snort around you and you think it's adorable. I love giving you piggy back rides and I love that you wrestle with me. I love how you always light my cigarette first, and I love how you make dinner for your family every night. I love that your not afraid to talk to me, and I love that we trust each other. I love how you make me tea and how you always butter my bagels and add just the right amount of sugar to my coffee. But most of all I love how I feel like I'm truly home when I'm with you, and how I can always fall asleep in your soft pale arms.
I love when you suck on my nose and make walrus noises and kiss me with your pickle breath and whisper secrets to me and how you separate my food because I have OCD. I love how you slap my butt and make weird inappropriate jokes, and how you always comfort me and smell delicious when you sweat. I love that you love how hairy I am and I love that you love my body. I love the way you look at me and how I catch you staring at me sometimes, I love that you think that I'm beautiful and smart and I love that you love your mom. I love that I feel safe in your arms and I love how sensitive and open you are. I love that you read fantasy and science fiction and I love that you love Liz Taylor. I love that you always open the door for me and I love when you give me long massages. I love that I can be myself around you and I can burp and fart and be disgusting. I love that you smell me and tickle me and I love that you remember the name of my favorite song. I love that you love how chubby I am and I love that I can screech, giggle and snort around you and you think it's adorable. I love giving you piggy back rides and I love that you wrestle with me. I love how you always light my cigarette first, and I love how you make dinner for your family every night. I love that your not afraid to talk to me, and I love that we trust each other. I love how you make me tea and how you always butter my bagels and add just the right amount of sugar to my coffee. But most of all I love how I feel like I'm truly home when I'm with you, and how I can always fall asleep in your soft pale arms.