You and I, we're far from perfect. We make gross misunderstandings; we say hurtful things we do not mean. We can't find the words to express our feelings.

Our love (this word which holds as much meaning as a sunset rendered in charcoal) is not limitless, and neither is our patience.

But at the feet of this feeling cheapened by a word, I am humbled. For the first time in my life, I looked into your eyes and you smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.

Butterflies.

Seeing two people in love is like watching a frame from the middle of a movie... you can look at it and see what's going on, but it's meaningless without knowing
what frames came before. We started with a spark, a series of fortuitous events... but we have grown together. Every day we add another couple of frames to our movie. Once I thought I understood what love was, but you have changed my perceptions forever. You were right, it's like drowning. Everything
else fades to gray.

Cliches are no better than this word 'love', and they are the tools of an imperfect being trying to express in words that which cannot be so expressed.
And so, I say that you do something to me I can't explain. You get under my skin, in a good way. You let me look at you, as you really are.
I expose my Self to you, and you are not afraid to look. You make me laugh, and smile, and feel truly alive.

You taste like honey, and blackberry, and mint... and I love it.

I respect you. You are not afraid to be alive, like so many people are. You are such a kind and cheerful person - to your friends, and even to people you don't know.
You stand up for what you believe in; you are willing to fight for it. You have marks on your arm for much the same reasons as me.

Other people can't see us the way we do. We're going to be crazy. We're going to get lost in each other. We're going to dive in, and forget to come up for air.
Nous allons etre amoureux. Il a ete decide par tout les deux.

You asked me once why people fall in love. I think in this world, there are times when everything gives way, and crumbles out from beneath.
Every day, people - we're all falling. And if that's the case, let us fall with our arms wrapped around each other, facing together whatever is rushing up to meet us.

I told you I was naive. What would make someone who has been hurt before put themselves in a position to be hurt again?
It is that I cannot believe in an existence that does not allow the chance for true happiness.

I am yours. I am not fragile, but I am not unbreakable. Please hold me close to you, and don't let go.

You are mine. You are a strong person, but you have been hurt before and exposing yourself to me leaves you vulnerable.
If ever I say a true thing, let it be this: I will be careful, and keep you wrapped in my arms. I want to be a man for you. I want to be the rain that washes away your doubts - the rock you can hold onto when nothing else is certain.

You have taught me what it means to be in love, and I hope you feel these feelings too.

I love you.