Dear Samuel,

Your voice is the most soothing thing ever to me.
Your hands are strong and rough, but gentle against mine.
Your nose is prominent and rounded, but it perfects your face.
Your snaggle tooth gives your smile a personality that matches you.
Your eyes are deep brown, darker than mine, but still so soft and understanding.
The moles on your face and neck are like a constellation, waiting to be connected with a marker like a puzzle.
Your eyebrows are thick and fluffy yet hold a beautiful shape.
Your tics are the cutest thing to me; the little noises you make, your neck flexing on and off every now and then, the hard blinking, I can't keep myself from laughing (not laughing at you, laughing with you because I think it's cute)
The way you open the doors for me makes me feel amazing inside.

I'm trying not to like you too much, but Jesus Christ it's really hard not to.

I waited too damn long for you, and when you asked to take me to the military ball all I could think of was "it's about time"