“With you, the love language I knew until now has no meaning, it just makes no sense. With you, I need to take all the words, all the syllables, all the vowels and consonants and make them brand new.
I want to take those words and bleach them first, and then wash them at 90°, so they become clean, immaculate. I want to let them dry under a warm afternoon sun and iron them carefully, with a delicate program and without steam, so there are crispy and soft at the same time.
I want to hang them carefully in a silk-covered hanger so there are ready to use on you as if there were used for the very first time.
Because you give a new meaning to love, to the language of love, to the love I feel for you…
… because I love you.”
AttentionWhore on the nicest thing a woman in love could EVER heard.