You love horses

and I love you.

Every time you see a horse on a screen you gasp.

I’ve never seen you see a horse in real life

but I have seen you see me,

☺.
If I were a horse I would be your best friend,

☺.
I love you so much haha. By which I mean I would

entertain the idea of transforming into a horse forever if you asked me to

but would ultimately decline.

It’s just I love being humans with you,

by which I mean the second time you said holy dooley after sex

you said don’t write that down

and I said well I wrote it down the first time you said holy dooley after sex.

I would do anything for love

but I won’t turn into a horse for you!

And that’s what I mean when I say I love you.
When I tell you I love you I mean oh my god I mean holy fucking shit.

I mean, there you are,

your whole own thing.

When I tell you I love you I mean I

wanna get in the Magic School Bus and hoon around inside you.
When you tell me the truth, and the truth is that I’m not making your life worse,

I feel like a wonderful lighthouse.

I tell you that and it sounds exactly like I love you.

I thought horse polo was called horse polo but it turns out it’s just called polo.

I also thought it was possible to swallow your own tongue

but I did my due diligence and discovered it’s not possible to swallow your own tongue.

I’m kind of bummed

cos the exact feeling I have is that this is horse polo and I’ve swallowed my tongue

and I can’t speak and I’m reaching for a way to communicate and all I can find

is this fucking business card that says Rebecca Jane Shaw I love you.
Goddamn this fucking business card!

I need to take you to the business itself.

I need to tell you what I really mean. What I really mean is Rebecca Jane Shaw

every time I see your face my heart is like fuck, thank fuck,

thank fuck