I love you, I really do, and if staying up until 3 to write a 10 page love letter doesn’t prove it, i’ll find something that will
I’ll search the ends of the earth for a language that captures how I feel, for a gesture that holds the depth of this love.
Love is infinite, isn’t it? It stretches across meanings and moments, takes on the shape of who we are and what we need. But how do you really prove it? Can you ever fully show someone how much you love them, or will words and actions always fall short of what the heart feels?
I’ve spent a lifetime loving words, shaping them, bending them to tell my stories, but this is different. This is not just writing. This is my soul, bleeding out onto the page in every line. I write to love you, and in loving you, I write.
You’re a thought I can’t escape, an image seared into my mind. I spend nights lost in you, in words that try to capture the essence of what you mean to me. And if that’s not enough, if my words feel hollow, I’ll give you more. I’ll give you all of me.
I’ll annotate your favorite book, tracing the margins with my love for every word you cherish. I’ll write the research paper you dread, just to lighten your burden. I’ll draft an entire feature article titled “How You Stole My Heart in 10 Days.” I’ll critique your favorite movie, filling the space between lines with how you’ve become my favorite story. I’ll write poems, fill journals, create songs, anything and everything, all for you.
Every piece of writing, every stroke of the pen, will be a reflection of you, of this love that fills me up. And if, somehow, you still don’t believe it, I’ll keep going. I’ll write until my hands ache, until my heart is poured out in ink. Even if it takes a whole library of words to show you, I’ll never stop. Because this love? It’s endless.
