Love Letters. 100 words to tell you that I love you
I don't need one hundred words to tell you that I love you, but I need more than the three words it really takes. As whole as 'I love you' sounds, it just doesn't say enough. It doesn't say how I hunger for you, how I breath through you, how I smell what you smell, how I see the world through your eyes, how I hurt when you hurt, how I laugh with your smile, how my heart is shaped around yours. I need you to hear all this when I tell you that I love you.
I love you has changed its brilliance over time, has transformed itself from a flash of blinding light to a radiant sun to a sustained and unstoppable glow that never expires, a timeless ray that guides me through any night, any uncharted territory, any quest.
I love you is my lighthouse, I can't get lost while I love you like I do. Your light shines into me and I radiate your essence to find myself, see myself, understand myself through your eyes.
The brightness of loving you fills my soul, lights me up from the inside out.
I'm really sorry, babes, I don't know what I was thinking. Actually, I'm sure I wasn't thinking.
That bullshit about love meaning never having to say I'm sorry.... whoever came up with it didn't have the first clue about love. Love makes it unthinkable not to apologize if I'm the cause of your pain. I wish I never hurt you, but that's also bullshit because as much as I love you I'm imperfect, humanly so. How can I ever be sorry to have to tell you I'm sorry? How can love mean never to apologize when I hurt you?
At first I was afraid I was petrified, Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side... Remember that song? It takes a left turn while my life with you takes a right. After all these years, I feel I wouldn't survive without you. Maybe I could carry on, but I don't even want to consider the possibility. You've got the key to my heart and I can't think of ever changing that lock. If you threw away the key, I would survive, but it would take all the strength I have not to fall apart.
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