what can i say that hasn’t been said already? you are the light of my life, my soul, my breath. you are the reason my sun shines. you are exquisite, remember? a piece of art to visit. and i mean that, i still do, and i will for all eternity— this is how you make me feel, every minute of every day; you fill me with a sense of safety and protection, like a soothing song that relaxes the muscles. you are my cup of tea in the morning, my walk in the park, my piece of cake, you are all these things and so, so much more. you are my singularity. my anomaly.
even when i am unsure of myself, i am sure of you. when i am bored of life, you make me excited. i can’t thank you enough for all the years of beauty, laughter and joy that you have given me— i can try in a million different ways through a million different words but it will never be enough. it can’t be. some things in the universe are too intangible to explain, and it’s better that way. it is.
loving you, being able to love you, being in your presence, getting to see and know and appreciate all the wacky, wonderful and weird sides of you is the single biggest pleasure i have in my life. how is it to completely envelope someone? how is it to meld with someone so completely that you cannot tell where you end and your lover begins? it reminds me of a poem (or a fragment of a poem) by Pablo Neruda:
(…) I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.