I really loved you tonight.
I mean,
normally I find you
tormentingly beautiful,
thrilling and enthralling,
awe-inspiring and extravagant,
understated and oft overlooked,
peachy skinned and full of smiling lip.
And every so often,
I find in you
irrational overwhelmingness,
‘fall over myself’ness,
truly tragic,
‘one’ness.
But
tonight,
I really loved you.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Not too many flowers or tragic messes. Purely. That’s how it was written.
Indeed.
Thank you.