I’m not sure if you just enjoy hearing me beg, or if you truly need to hear the words to believe them. Either way, it doesn’t matter. It won’t ever matter; I’ll always beg you to come and hold me, to come and love me. I yearn to feel your arms, so strong and gentle, wrap around me and hold me close. I would bleed from a million wounds just to feel your lips, dry and loving, press against my forehead and nose.

            I love telling you I love you. I treasure the few times you say it, just as I’m sure you treasure the few times I repeat the words myself. It’s amazing how much power are behind those three simple words, isn’t there? Especially when accented by a soft kiss, or a slow brush of ones bangs to the side.

            While I love giving my love to him, and getting love in return, its yours I’m always craving. Don’t think I love our Kitten less then I love you, but his love is right out there, beaming and smiling and chipper. Yours is always the one behind the mask.

            Tonight, I saw you smiling, so very, very widely. Your smile almost split your lips apart, but it was so incredible. I never knew how much stock you put in me telling you just how much I love you, need you, crave you.

            You’re asleep right now, curled up around me. You’re purring whenever I stroke your face and you wriggle gently as I touch your stomach. You’re large yourself, not as much as Hiro or Kitten, granted, but it’s still there. They’re still there. Our children. We’ll make sure we see them both grow up; you, Kitten and I.

            I love you, Hype. You are mine. Mine always. Never doubt my love for you. Despite my outbursts and my mood swings, always and forever, there will be my love.