I could try to explain to someone, even myself, how much I care for you, but it is entirely incomprehensible. I could try to explain how I’d bend over backwards for you, even if I wasn’t as flexible as I am. How I would tell you anything you wanted to hear, as long as it was the truth, because I would never lie to you. How I would do absolutely anything to see your smile, even if it meant the infliction of pain. How I would write you “stories” until my fingers hurt, and trust me, they do. How I would continue to wholeheartedly love you, even if you stopped loving me and loved another, but that makes more than my fingers hurt. How I’d go through hell just to be near you. How I’d love you with everything that I have in me, and then some. And how I do love you with everything that I have in me, and then some. How if I started right now, and began telling people of how amazing and perfect you are, and I lived to be 3,000 years old, I’d die with words about you on the tip of my tongue. But, like I said, it’s entirely incomprehensible and cannot be done.
That feels like ten years ago instead of just one and a few months. Hm, life.
October 02, 2009, 11:48pm Comments
