Some days I have to try so hard not to tell you. It’s always a constant fight with the words at the back of my teeth. “I love you.” I just want you to know how much you mean to me. Which I think is why I find it so hard to say it. Because maybe it wouldn’t be enough. Those three little words mean everything, yet it’s still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of what I feel for you, and that scares me.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting so badly to say it. When you kiss me. When you look into my eyes. When you hold me. There’s so much I could say. I just wish you could see inside my body, so you would know exactly what’s going on.
You’d be able to see my heart beating against my ribcage, as if it’s trying to escape. Because it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s yours. It’s been yours for a while.
Even though you’re a little farther away now I still feel it. Just as strong -or even stronger- as I’ve always felt. As the saying goes “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” and I think that’s exactly what’s going on here.
I love you. I love you with everything I have, for everything you are. I love everything about you. Your smile, your eyes, your laugh. Everything.
I just want you to know.