I stopped breathing because you took my breath away and swept me off my feet.
I love you Brandon. I will always love you. You are a very special person, like, for example, a very fine aged wine. Each time I can, I take a sip of you, knowing that if I drink you fast you will no longer be there for me to enjoy. I want to worship the ground you walk, and constantly roll a red carpet out in front of you in order to stop your feet from treading on the ground of insignificant men. I want to rub your body down in oils and watch you work out as I gaze in awe at your light reflecting muscles.