Unbelievable

If I told you how much I loved you, you wouldn't believe me — you really wouldn't. If I told you how fast the blood courses through my veins whenever you send me a text, you'd shrug it off. If I told you how my heart fluttered at the prospect of getting to see you, whether it be just your hand waving in the window as you drive by, or at a concert from just a few feet away, you'd tell me I was being silly. If I told you that, even after all these years, I sometimes lie awake just thinking of you, wondering how you're doing, what you've been up to, how your family's been, how you're liking your job, how you're feeling about your dog, what you're planning on for you garden, what book you're reading, what you had for dinner, what you do with your kids these days, how happy you are, what I could be doing to make you happier, how I can spend more time with you, how I could spend my entire life with you, how can I be with you now, how can I be with you, how do I get to be with you…

You'd tell me I'm crazy.

And you'd be right.

I am crazy.

I am so fucking crazy for you.

I could tell you, and tell you, and tell you, and you'd still have no idea the extent of it. The depth of it. The absurd mass of it. The black hole at the center of our galaxy has nothing on the mathematical singularity that is the nexus between our hearts.

Oh, my sweet love, I love you so much. Like the universe has never seen before.

And I am so yours. Now, and until the end of time.

Love,
Me.