Every sappy love song that I’ve written is for you.
Do not take this lightly, for every night I sit up and write about you incessantly
searching for the most delicate words to use.
Hundreds of scribbled-on napkins, lonely watercolor paintings, and
scraps of paper, damp with fresh tears.
I have poured my soul into finding a hundred ways to say:
I love you.
You are magnetic in a way that perplexes and comforts me.
I fell in love with you everyday anew, and you taught me to love myself in turn
The thought of your mere existence teases my senses so youthfully
and that is why I loved you so.