I never do anything halfway. No matter the activity, I feel the need to put my entire heart and soul into it.
Of course it makes sense that this would apply to how I love you. Because there’s honestly no feasible way to half do that. How could I only be partially infatuated with your breath-taking grin, or your gorgeous hazel eyes? It’s not possible for me to incompletely adore your sense of humor and the freckles that decorate your skin like constellations. I can’t just partially acknowledge that you look at me like I’m different in a good way, or how damn kissable your lips appear. To not love you in full is a foreign concept to me, and I can assure you it’s not one I’ll ever try out. You deserve the world sweetheart, and I intend to give you every bit of love I can.