Not Enough Words

I wish I had beautiful words for you every day, my love. Wish I could sit down and just decide to channel whatever it is that sometimes seems to almost take over, the words spilling out on their own, as if a connection has opened straight from the core of my heart to my fingertips, bypassing my head altogether…

Well… worst case, when those words just don't come for whatever reason, I can always say this: I love you, ⭐️. Over the twelve or so years we've known each other, you've never been anything less than amazing. You have always filled me with warmth, every time we've ever talked. Always been the prettiest girl around. Have always fascinated me, intrigued me, made me want to know more…

And then these past couple of years of actually getting to spend some time together… not enough, not anywhere near enough, but more, so much more than before…

I know I said it ages ago, but it's still true… that ratchet in my heart is still working. My love for you still only ever gets stronger. The better I know you, the better I know that we are destined to be together, somehow, some way. I could already only barely picture a life without you in it three years ago… now?

I love you. I love you more now than I did a year ago. Or heck, even just yesterday. ⭐️, I just love you so much… I've been overfilling with the stuff for ages now, and there's no end in sight… And I love that, too.

So sometimes, my love… sometimes, the beautiful words just won't come…

But I can always tell you that I love you. And I think that's pretty good.

Yours,
♒️