I love nothing and no one as thoroughly as you. I love you to the depths of my soul. It seems like I always have. You’re everything I could ever want in a man; generous, patient, kind, gentle, talented, gracious, devoted, trustworthy, responsible, every beautiful thing. You are the perfect picture of love to me. Your joyful smile is intoxicating, your deep eyes are captivating, your smooth voice is a melody in my dreams. I love how your name feels in my mouth when I whisper it into God’s ear in my prayers.
I want to hold you forever, and look into your eyes until I drown. I want to touch my fingers to your face and memorize the texture of your skin. I want to feel the warmth of your touch, feel your breath in my hair, hold your body close to me and feel your chest rise and fall against me.
But you belong to someone else.
You are hers so devotedly that I don’t even exist. I am nothing, I have nothing. You feel nothing. We could be in the same room and you’d still be an eternity away. You see my words, and say friendly replies, but your eyes are dead to me, your smile is cold to me. Only the stars know my secret. I have never occupied so much as a flicker of your thoughts, but you never leave mine. You are my first thought in the morning, and my last one in the dark.
I love you, and you will never know it. But I will still love you.