Aug 26, 2005 18:07
How many times have I rewritten this, trying to make each word as perfect as my love for you? I do not have your way with words, but this is my feeble try at expressing my feelings for you.
When I first realized how I felt about you, I chastised myself for loving one so young, so innocent. And then I realized, you have seen so much more than I have, experienced more. You are more mature than I can ever hope to be. I respect and admire you for that.
Earlier I spoke of perfection. You are the personification of perfection. Your beautiful eyes with your long lashes, you lovely pouting lips, your gorgeous tan body... I could go on, but it would take thousands of pages to describe every wonderful thing about your appearance.
Shall I move on to your amazing personality? You make the entire room better and brighter for you presence. Your laughter, your joy makes those around you happier. (Your impressions of dying animals and your attempts at handstands especially)
I love the way our bodies fit together. I love curling up next to you in bed. I love falling asleep in your arms. I love... I love you. I love you Tabor.