When we meet:
Loud. I知 loud. I知 confetti and fireworks. I知 a warm ray, and I知 pretty damn hot, too. I like jokes, and I want you to laugh. I want you to know that I知 interested in you. My blinders come on, and the only thing in my mind is your face, your lips, your waist, and your thoughts. You池e a curiosity of mine. I poke and prod you, steal snippets of your history, and create a collage of you in my heart. I wait by my phone for that notification. To see that you池e online. To try my hardest to enrapture you. Entangle you in my web, get you hooked on my attention. I want you to think of me. Often. You're interested.
"Take a sip of my secret potion, I値l make you fall in love."

When we date:
Exciting. I知 exciting. We drive down the highway at 2 am, windows rolled down, screaming the lyrics to every song on the radio. I send you memes that make me think of you. When people ask me if I'm seeing someone, I get red. Your face pops into my head, and I turn into a schoolgirl. Fingers twirled in hair, blushing, giddy in all the right places. You've got it even worse. You think of me in the morning. You think of me at night. You hate that smile I get when I've bested you in Mario Kart, and you love the way I pout when no one protects me - me, the goddamn motherfucking healer on this team. Your phone buzzes, and when it's not me, your face falls. You're mine.
"You be stuck on it 'cause my love so good, so you keep coming back to get some more."

When we fuck:
Rough. I'm rough. I'm a sweetheart, but I play hard. I play dirty. I make your toes curl and your stomach churn. I'm needy, and I need you, frequently. Whether you want me on top or bottom, on the bed or in the car, I'm game. You swear I'm fucking insane, but my fucking's just insane. You get nasty voicemails and raunchy pictures at work. You sometimes worry if you're able to keep up with me. You learn the spots I'm most sensitive. My head, my thighs, and the small of my back. You see me and you're already half-mast. I never say it, but I know you know it. You're lucky.
"Who love this pussy? You love this pussy. You can't get enough of this pussy."

When we fight:
Mean. I'm mean. It's a volcano of frustration and anger, of misconstrued words and misunderstandings. I break things, hit pillows, and slam doors. I was never taught how to handle my emotions, but I'm working on it. I struggle to unlearn the violent masculinity I witnessed growing up and improve upon healthy communication skills. I'm a jealous bitch. I'm a spiteful bitch. In the moment, I say things I don't mean, loud enough for neighbors to hear. You wonder how two different people can live in one body. You use my weaknesses against me. You hurt me like I hurt you. And when the tide has fallen, we're crying. We're idiots, both of us. We level out and regain our heads. I'm sorry. You're sorry.
"Just give my fat ass a big kiss, boy. Tonight I'm fuckin' up all yo shit, boy."

When we make love:
Soft. I'm soft. I want to give you the world, show you that you're the only one I've ever cared about this way. It's saccharine sweet, sticky sweet, and you love every second of it. The way my hands caress you, the way my finger drags over your bottom lip. When you look down and see me work, your heart swells. Your eyes close tight. You're victim to my ways, and you trust me to never abuse that power. I write my vows to you with my tongue, swear my loyalty with my lips. I want to be inside you, your mind, your body, your soul. You're loved.
"I'm good on my own, but with you I'm something else."

When we're together:
Everything. I'm everything. I'm comfort and home. When you need someone to just listen and not judge, I'm there. When you need reassurance, or an ego boost, or even someone to help stretch out the hoodie that shrank in the dryer, you know I'm there. You know I would fight tooth and nail to make you happy. You've never seen this kind of devotion, this brand of affection that comes with 100% Gabriel Lawrie original nicknames and midnight existential conversations. I talk you from ledges and sing songs that are way out of my vocal range, and when you doubt my love's legitimacy, all it takes is a look my way and all doubts go away. You're certain.
"I wanna live with you, even when we're ghosts."