Dante

My boyfriend.

He’s my comfort, my home, my source of happiness, and my person. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anybody. 🧸

He’s so damn handsome too, it’s difficult to not get nervous sometimes around him.

“Dante is such a good boyfriend. I could rant on about him forever, and wouldn’t get bored. I feel bad for anyone I’m ranting to though, they’d have to sit through endless paragraphs of it.”

Dante

My boyfriend.

Usuallyi always get the urge to run my fingers through his hair when he’s stressed, kiss him all over his perfect skin, hold him in my arms as he falls asleep to my heart palpitations getting faster with each thought of realizing that I’m holding my dream boy in my arms, spoiling him rotten, and showing him affection in the best ways I can.

“Oh, Dante? He’s my lovely boyfriend.”