“Hey! My love. You are like Venus with a broken arm, fragile and imperfect. But so what? You are consistent, strong and unyielding, and at the same time you are like a loser.”
“Honey, you know that. I hate people flirting with me the most. Do you know that?/You know what? In your absence, I lived like a year. I really love you, my prince. I love every inch of your skin. Love every mouthful of saliva in your mouth. I love you so much! You are too perfect.”