Eternal, Immortal, Endless, Everlasting, Constant, Unending, Incessant, Unceasing, Never-Ending, Ageless... Would I call my love these words? Would I label what he and I have with such heavy names? Would I be able to catch and properly describe the feelings we share if I'd thought they were all that? Would I ever have a need to try and make problems disappear, or solve conflicts if that was the case?
Does it even matter?
I love you like a sunny day - with a warm and golden glow, such as the one that caresses the frozen ground and convinces the hidden burgeons to flourish in the mild air.
I love you like the pumping rhythms on a night out - with a passion and heat burning red that can't be cooled down no matter what.
I...
I can't find words my B. But there's something about us that I would never ever EVER want to change. From time to time you make me so furious I could scream, and at those times I cannot for my life even imagine why I stand by you. But it always vanishes and I'm left with the fuzzy feeling of being held by you, heart to heart not even noticing how the rest of the world is gone.
I love you B. I fear it will change somehow, and it most certainly will, feelings always do. But it's true, for now and for a long time, maybe forever, I love you.
Sun on my balcony.
Soon I will share it with you.
To lie in the grass with you and a bunch of sunlight on top...
My summer dream it is indeed!
-a-
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