It amazes me so how almost on command I can write about other people’s lives.
How with limited details I can write what they are feeling?
But I cannot conjure the words to tell you how I feel about you.
My power for words dissipates into nothingness.
Why is it so hard for me to tell you you mean the world to me?
My life is nothing without you in it.
I cannot comprehend a time without you here.
Nor can I imagine the future without you in it.
I want to thank you for coming into my life without sounding like a tired cliché.
I want to tell the world how much I love and adore you without looking like a lovesick fool.
I want to tell you about the butterflies I get when I see you.
The electricity that flows through me when we kiss.
The sound of your voice is such a comfort.
The touch of your hand calming.
You are so many things to me:
A partner to share my hopes and dreams with.
A lover to share my body with.
My knight in shining armor to rescue me.
My angel ready to save me.
A teacher with painful learnt lessons to share with me.
A rock to ground me.
My wings to help me fly when the weight has been too heavy.
My eyes to help me see when the world has been so dark.
I never thought I was able to love.
I thought I had built the wall too strong too high.
Too much of a dark cold place.
But you tore down my wall by doing everything right.
That first hug.
The first time you held my hand.
The first time you kissed me.
You did everything right.
Washing away my fears.
Bringing much wanted joy into my life.
You give me hope for a new life.
The source of a new future?
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