[Cute, a little obsessed] I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you. I. Love. You.

[Flustered] Oh, you’re awake.

[Pause]

I can…keep going?

[Warm] I love you.

It’s a little embarrassing when you’re watching me like that. But I do love you. I adore you. I think about you all day and dream about you all night.

The world can be so cruel, but if you’re there, something is right. I do everything in my life so that I can come home to you and know that you’re all mine. No one else’s. [Aggressive] Mine.

[Pause]

[Giggle] More? [A bit embarrassed] Okay. Well, you’re stunning. And I don’t just mean beautiful. I mean I feel stunned every time I see you. Like someone stole my breath. Like I just walked into a wall. You’re awe-inspiring.

You are beautiful, though. I don't like the way you look at your reflection like you're cataloging every flaw. It's like putting your nose against a Renoir and getting mad because you can't see the picture. You just need to take a step back.

I want to shatter all our mirrors so you don't break yourself into pieces and evaluate them so poorly. I can tell you what you look like.

[Sweet] Right now, you look adorably sleep-rumpled.

You deserve to be immortalized in paint and ink. But I don’t have the talent, and I can’t bear to let someone else look at you so long and so hard.

I’ve never been a religious person. But I look at you, and I think, “...Maybe.” There has to be something out there, right? Someone like you couldn’t just arrive in my life by chance.

I see you in my bed, and all I can think is “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” And I don’t know if I’m talking to God or to you or if there’s even a difference.

I feel so incredibly lucky to be the one who’s allowed to touch you. To talk with you. To drink in your presence. It’s intoxicating.

I felt so empty before you came into my life, but ever since the first time I saw you, there’s light and color and sound. There’s this burning hope that nothing can touch.

You are so terribly sweet. [Cutesy] Every time you smile or laugh, I just want to eat you up. That way, I could feel you with my teeth and tongue and throat. I could fuel my body with your body, and you could really be the only thing that keeps me alive.

I want to peel off your skin and put it on top of mine so that I can have the smallest sense of what it is to be you. And that way, I would never have to stop touching you.

I want you to gouge out my eyes so you’re the last thing I ever see and rip out my tongue so your name is the last word I ever say.

I want to crack you open like an egg and crawl inside. Make myself a nest in your innards. Cocoon myself in your bones. Rub my cheek against your beating heart.

I want to dig my fingers into the roots of your hair and smash your skull open on the headboard. Pick through your brains and find out what you’re thinking. Discover every little thing you’ve been too shy to share with me.

Oh, darling, wouldn't it be so wonderful if I could strangle you and stuff you and keep you just like this forever?

[Pause]

You’re really quiet all of a sudden. [Embarrassed] That got kind of intense, huh? Don’t worry. It’s just a fantasy. It’s not like I actually want to do that stuff. It all sounds super bloody, and you know how I feel about mess.

Anyway, what do you love about me?

[Pause]

[Forced cheer] Wow, you’re really thinking about it.

[Pause]

[Forced cheer] Bet you’re gonna come up with something good since you’re thinking so much.

[Pause]

[Awkward] It’s hard to think of stuff when it’s this late at night. We should probably go back to bed. [Cheerful] You can tell me all the things you love about me in the morning.

Goodnight. Love you!