Dear Ariella,
My house in Iowa is nice,
But nothing compared to waking up to you.
I cut myself for everything I've done to you.
Needless to say,
I ran out of room on my stomach too.
I'm starting to think I need these blades to need you.
It's a bittersweet feeling,
Knowing I'm in perpetual love with you,
But knowing if you love me too,
You'll be in danger.
I feel like we live in a Hallmark movie
