Dear Boyfriend,

It scares me the way I watch you. The way you look at frogs. The sound the frog made when it fell from the roof above the balcony. The way you crouched beside me while we waited for it to move, to come back to life, to be okay because we were both (even if only momentarily) in love with that frog. And that meant something.

I want more frogs. More of you. More times when you think a frog is a spider and you start planning how you'll protect me against the giant frog-sized spider that will undoubtedly attack us. More hugs. More me and you. More of a million things that no one else knows about.