I need to tell you something that’s been on my mind for a while now. Mainly because I have a hard time keeping things to myself. We both know I’m a terrible liar, and keeping quiet is as good dishonesty. What I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you.
And I’ve been terrified to say so, not because I fear that you don’t love me back, but because I’m afraid it’ll catch you of guard and scare you away. I don’t need to know if you feel the same way. I just need you to know that I’ve realized life is too short, and too many things go left unsaid, but I refuse to let this be one of them. I can’t imagine what I have with you with anyone else.
It must have something to do with the way you look at me as if I’m the only person in a crowded room, or how you kiss me as if I was the last drop of water on this earth, or a combination of the thousands of things that you do to make me feel like I’m the single most important thing that has ever happened to you.
There doesn’t even need to be a name for the way you make me feel. Chances are, I’d be spending a lifetime trying to figure it out.