Too Late

I don't know how to start this.

Maybe I'm already too late.

I never needed your love to be as sweet or as pure as mine, I just needed it to exist. I never wanted to be your salvation, I just wanted to be your choice.

But maybe that's not fair, because maybe I just wanted you to be mine…

I am in love with you, and it kills me inside to think that maybe I haven't done enough to let you know.

Probably. Definitely. I haven't let you know.

And maybe it's too late, and maybe it doesn't matter anymore, and maybe it never did.

But I will be free some day. And once I am, I will wait for you. For an eternity, if I have to.

Because what even is love, without you?

When you suggested a theme for that weekend outing, my first thought was 11th and River. But let's be honest… We'd be more Rory and Amy. Lack of real character development over the centuries and all.

I love you, I am in love with you, in every way that matters, even if I suck at making it show.

And I will be here. I will always be here. Loving you from afar, if I have to, while dreaming of loving you up close, if ever I can.

Gosh, you really don't have any idea of how in love with you I am.

Gosh… I wish I knew how to say.

Yours.