By the very definition of the word, I am in love with you.
By every vowel of every syllable I can mutter under my breath when I am not confident enough to speak audibly into your space, I am helplessly in love with you.
I am addicted to your scent; I am addicted to the sound of your voice and the way your smile breaks my heart.
The valleys on your face you call dimples run far enough for me to become lost in them on the way to your eyes and when I finally reach my destination,
I've forgotten why I wanted to go there in the first place.
Perhaps I have no reason.
Shane Hawley once said, "It is the curse of an addict to chase what will one day destroy him,"
And perhaps it is my curse to be destroyed by you.
It would be my honor, darling,
To have my heart broken by you.