Because we still have so much to talk about, despite you saying there is nothing, or you have nothing. That’s okay, a little silence never hurt anyone. We’ll get back to talking about nothing and everything again soon. It’ll be worth waiting for. For now, I’d like to just sit beside you in silence and hold your hand. Let me do that, would you, please? We can just be, for now.
Because I have never found enough words and still can’t and won’t for you to understand how I feel and how I feel about you. I have tried and they’re not enough. If I could do one thing right, I would be able to say something or do something so that you would know, really know. What I know is that nobody will love you the way that I do, and I hope you know that one day too. You say that I don’t understand anything, but I think it’s you that doesn’t. I hope you do one day. Please understand one day. Every word I’ve ever said meant more than you know. I hope you know that one day. I love you more than words. Please don’t forget me. Please don’t forget anything. Please remember every single day. And if you can’t, these words will always be here to remind you that I tried, should you revisit them sometimes. You always were and are everything to me.
You make me want to write stories about you, every thought that fills my mind and then flows through my fingertips is you. I could write about you forever, and I probably will, you know. I wish I had the right things to say, to order my thoughts in such a way that you could understand, but I have a feeling that even though I don’t, you know my mind in a way that nobody else ever could or can, and somehow you know what I’m trying to say in all of this nonsense entirely, not jut now, but always. That’s so much a part of what makes you special, you just know me. And the parts that you don’t yet? They’ll come, in my heart of hearts I know they will. There’s still so much to learn, of each other, and it’s all just stories isn’t it? Sentence by sentence, page by page? It will all come together, somehow. I’ve never believed in that until now, until you. I love you.
Because I want to write stories with you, all of them, for the rest of my days. I want to discover you, discover us, word by word, sentence by beautifully written sentence, page by wondrous page. I want to write histories and futures as they unfold to fill book upon book with tales of happily ever after because for the first time in all of my days, I believe there is such a thing.