We have spoken many and much and our words are verbose and varied, but there are only three that matter, and I don’t think you know how much they mean. I don’t think you understand how much this love means — or maybe you wish to shove it to the side. Maybe I’m wrong. But I don’t think you realize that I would travel the ends of the earth for you. That I would give up everything I have and never look back. That I would stand on the edge of the ocean with you and watch the waves crash and laugh at nothing with you. Only with you. Because no matter how many times it’s said, there’s really no escaping that I find love in the disparate existence that is you.