Oh boy, here we are again. The same sort of loving insomnia. The restlessness of mind and heart. I can't stop thinking about how wonderful it would be to explore your person. I have the sort of love for you where my service brings me fulfillment. I feel joy when I can get a smile on your charming face. My eyes sparkle when I feel your warmth. My thoughts run when I think I'm not doing enough. In all my doubt, you are always there to make me feel like I'm on the right track, and I love that about you. I love listening to you talk; I enjoy the nuances of your character. I love that you try to understand me, even when it sometimes feels like hugging a cactus. I love that despite my constant overthinking, you never inflate with me. You are always there to calm me down. I feel so at ease with you. I aspire to have some of your endearing qualities; I work hard to ensure that my relationship with you is not just one-sided. I want you to benefit from it as much as I benefit from you. I want to be part of that structure that helps you reach new heights. I have so much pent-up affection towards you, I wish you were here right now; I could just hug you.
Sound advice
How can someone expect you to treat others with kindness if you can't treat yourself with kindness?