I adore them. They are so comfortable.
Most of them come from my awkwardness. I just don't know what to say. There are many things I'd love to say to you, though. But they feel inappropriate most times, clingy or cringe at best. Delusional even.
Somehow I think you do, too. Have many things you'd love to say to me. But cannot. Maybe for similar reasons.
You don't have to say a thing. Your actions speak loud. I know. I'm right there with you. I appreciate you. So very much.
Thank you for taking the time, for making the time. Thank you, love. I'll carry you with care, I promise. You can lean on me.
Keeping things unsaid might seem like a good coping mechanism — but I don't think it is. Yet there's this boundary I'm not allowed to cross.
But you deserve to hear, you deserve to know.
You make me feel amazing. You make me feel special. Your soul is fiery. Your energy radiates. You have a great sense of humor. You are ambitious and dedicated. You are an inspiration. You sing a song that quiets my mind, satisfies my soul and mend my heart. You are something I had never encountered before. You are amazing. You are special.
Be at ease, I would understand if one day you want to stop this dynamic. There would be no hard feelings. Until then, I sure will enjoy each and every moment of you.
Thank you for yesterday. And the day before. And all those past. And all those to come.