From the very depths of my heart, endearment screams from the top of it’s lungs to be yours. And only yours. Even though it already is. The warmth buried beneath what is left is starting to come back to life. It has been silenced to what I thought was death, from despair in the past. I knew it was possible to revive. How silly if me to think otherwise. However, never in a million years did I think would it enliven in a way such as this. All thanks to you, for being so fucking perfect. Not only has it been brought back to life, but it has been enhanced in a manner that no words could even come close to describing. What a genuine and true sensation it is to feel something so vibrant and everlasting. You know what’s crazy? This is just the start. I am more than often convinced that no one will could ever desire me for I am more than a wreck. I am lost at sea, left with not even a plank to lie on. Just a worthless body, consisted of purely dreadful ideas. Ideas and actions. But you give me hope. I didn’t mean for that to escalate so drastically, lol. I am just so broken from the past but I hope you’re okay with that. Like said previously, I am a mess but I promise to never take that mess out onto you in such a way. You are my only one, babyboy. Can I have your devotion and attention forever, pretty please?