I am so in love with her.
I wake up next to her in the morning, and I am overjoyed to be given the gift of another day with her.
My first thought is to take care of her, to help her get the day started, to serve her with anything she needs and anything she wants.
I'm desperate for her smile, desperate for her voice, desperate for her touch, desperate to feel that she feels for me what I feel for her.
We get separated for our work day, and all I can think about is the next phone call, the next text, the next email, the next time I see her.
During work, every other thought is about her. She weaves in and out of my heart, of my mind, of my soul, no whatever what I do, what I think of, what I'm engaged in.
Throughout the entire day, I have but one desire, one objective, one want, one need... to be back with her.
Getting back together at the end of the day, once more, I'm desperate for her smile, desperate for her voice, desperate for her touch, desperate to feel that she feels for me what I feel for her.
Knowing that we are together for the rest of the evening, my only thought is to take care of her, to make our time together happy, sexy, bright, positive, enriching, fun, optimistic, enjoyable, to serve her with anything she wants and anything she needs.
We go to bed, holding each other closely and warmly (unless I'm in bondage...), and I am thankful for having received the gift of another day with her in my life.
I am deeply in love with her... obsessively in love with her... addictively in love with her... and I never, ever want it to end... never... ever...