I fall in love with everyone.
And it’s not just everyone - it’s everything.
I don’t just love. I fall, no, plummet into love.
My intro to most sentences are ‘I love, I loved, love it.’
Even at the end of my sentences as a term of endearment:
How was your day, love? I made you soup, Love.
I wish more people expressed love for one an other.
I always tell my friends that I love them when we part ways or end a phone call. Someone told me that was weird, but I brought up the point that they could die at any given moment, so the last thing I always say to someone I love, is that I love them. It’s the perfect goodbye.