I know this love I have for you is unhealthy.
You're so far out of my league, but the more I look at you, the less I seem to see other women. They fade to gray after I gaze at your face.
Chances are, you don't even know I exist, but you've already changed my life. I can feel you in my skin, red and peeling away like it's reaching to touch your face.
What are two corneas compared to the value of love? You give so much. Comfort. Warmth. Photosynthesis…
My someday dearest. My one and only. My sunshine.