Why more now? Everything i've said has fallen on jaded ears. Everything I've done has been seen with clouded eyes. There was never a lie, there was never a motive, there was only this. So I respond now, with words, because they are what I have. I respond now hoping that you will take them for what they are and know that I would never lie about something so important, something so huge that galaxies cry at the sheer force of this feeling. Ignore it, deny it, and still it is true.
I love you unconditionally. I love you without ever needing it to be returned. I would die for you. I forgave you for everything you may ever do that hurts the minute that I fell in love with you. It will never change, never stop, never grow quiet or lessen in it's intensity. It is yours to have. It is yours to keep. I will spend the rest of my life, if need be, trying to show you that what I have, what I feel is not love in words, it is love in action, in thought, in perfection. The only perfection i've ever experienced in life is love. So few times have I loved so perfectly. You were one, you are one. I told you the first time we ever talked of such things. I recited it to you more than once while we were there in perfection. I will always return to there. Always hope to remind you. This love is true and beautiful and undying and will not change.
I believe in you. I believe in this love, even if other love seems so petty and useless. I will always be there with accepting arms. I cannot tell you enough that you are beautiful. I cannot tell you enough that you are loved, by this lost soul.
Maybe you don't believe me. I will always hope for the chance to prove it.
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