Where do I even begin.
How do I tell you how much I love you.
Love, I mean it. The feeling I get around you, the feeling of absolute irrational fear of not having you there, or of you to tell me you love another.
Love, I mean it. The moment, when I realise that I would rather forgive you than lose you. How in the split second when the decision is made, I know I love you too much to say No, when you ask if I love you still.
Love, I mean it. When an immature feeling, waited patiently knowing, that I could have been waiting forever, and accepting it.
Love. When I say I love you, in those moments when times are rough, and I know that the thought of you brings me to absolute spiritual balance, when I know that I would rather be lonely than be with anyone else but you.
Lo- When what I want to say to you jumbles around in my head and I become to overwhelmed with words, thoughts and emotions, I can only cry. When as I am putting this thing together I can't get everything