Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's easy to think you love someone, but to make them feel needed, wanted, loved
is a completely different story. One that you've rewritten every day since I met you.
I want to tell you something that will change the course of the world forever. I want to tell you something big, like what created stars, made them grow and die before our eyes or how the ocean sounds to someone who's never seen it with their own eyes. I want to tell you that forever will never be long enough with you. I want to tell you that I was made to love you, but I'm getting the feeling that no amount of words will ever be enough for that. I want to tell you everything, but for now, I'll just sit here, with your hand in mine and watch in silence as love grows. It's easy. It's perfect. It's ours.