love letter

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If you were to ask me how much I love you I’d probably say this:

My favorite person in the world has my heart. I feel like I belong to her—mind, body, and soul. I love everything about her, even the parts she doesn’t like. There isn’t a thing I would change, even when she sometimes hates certain aspects of herself. I can’t imagine disliking anything that makes her who she is. In my eyes, she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.

There are different kinds of love—the comforting, supportive love I have for my family or the understanding, reliable, joyful love I have for my friends. But the love I feel for you—it makes me feel alive, gives me peace, and fills me with a warmth I can’t find anywhere else. The love I have for you is something I wouldn’t trade for anything else. When you’re near, I never feel alone.

The fact that we are always changing means I’ll never stop discovering new things about you. Some days, the idea of learning a little more about you is the only thing that gets me out of bed—the chance to fall even more in love with you every single day.

When I look into your eyes, I feel the need to protect you. When you open up to me, I get angry at the people who’ve hurt you—people I haven’t met but suddenly despise. When I take your hand, I never want to let it go. I never want you to feel alone.

When we kiss, I can’t help but smile at the happiness I feel when I’m with you. And when you fall asleep, and I get to watch you, I sometimes feel like I’m about to cry. I don’t understand how I came to love you this much, but seeing you asleep, with your eyes closed, breathing deeply—I feel the need to capture the moment somehow, to treasure it forever, to keep it safe so that time doesn’t ruin its beauty.

To me, you are breathtaking. I stutter and lose focus when you look at me. I feel lucky to share even a few seconds with you. Every part of you has a place in my heart. You can trust me when I say this: I love you with every inch of my being. I sometimes struggle to discern what's real and what’s not, but I’d never question this—I know I love you. It’s as true as the sky is blue. I’ll stop loving you when the sun stops shining and the oceans run dry. If there’s one promise I’ll never break, it’s this: When I think of you, I’m not scared of forever.

I adore you and never wish to be parted from you. You are half of my soul, as the poets say, and I would give up everything if you asked me to. The word "love" doesn’t feel enough for what I feel for you. It’s this burning sensation in my chest that feels like it’s about to explode. Whenever I hear your voice, a rush comes over my entire body, and I feel like the luckiest person alive to have you near me.

When I see you and get to admire you—every inch of your body makes me crave touching you. And when I touch you, it’s like the whole world disappears, and it’s just you and me. I never want to let you go. You have a power over me—you could destroy me with just one word. But I wouldn’t feel anger when I looked back on what we had. I’d remember you with joy and love. I’m grateful I even got to spend a moment with you, and I pity those who’ll never know what it truly means to love someone the way I love you.

I think about how I’d never allow anyone the opportunity to hurt you. I’ll stay until you no longer want me. I’ll love you until you ask me to stop—and even after that—because I want you. If you ask me to go, I will, but you’ll always have a part of my soul.

too much?