LOVE
I love you. I love the color of your eyes. They way you read me with them. I love the way they travel hungrily down my body before you make love to me. I love your voice. When you sing and when you talk. I love it when you gasp my name as I blow you off. I love your skin. So white and soft. You're so beautiful. I love your hair. Long and curly. I love to tug on it and play with it. I love your soft lips. I love your taste. Cigarettes and coffee never tasted sweeter. I love when you kiss other guys because I know I get more than them. I love your tattoos because I get to kiss each one. I love the way you dress because it's so you. But most of all, I love the way you hate me. I love the way you think I don't love you. I love the way you think I don't come to your shows. I love the way you think I don't care. I love your ignorance. I love the way you think she makes a difference. I love the way you think she cares what I do with you. I love the way she likes when I talk about you, I love you. All of you, Ville, all of you.
Love always,
BAM