You often ask me how much I love you and I just reply, “more than anything”.
Scholars say you can’t determine how many words are in the English language and none of the ones I know in any combination seem to be able to adequately describe the way I feel when it comes to you.
But I can tell you this:
I love you enough that I would sit in bathtubs filled with water until they run cold and fingers become so pruney that they ache, clutching your hands and combing the hairs on your leg with the tips of my fingers as I listen to you speak until you knew that you mattered to someone.
I would share every cigarette I have with you in hopes that the smoke filling your lungs warms your body in the places that words cant seem to reach.
I will always love you enough to help you get to bed when you’re too drunk and your mind has made your body too heavy for you to get off the floor, even though you’re three times my size.
I will always run my fingers through your hair until you’re asleep so I know you know you’ve gone to sleep at least one night feeling loved.
I love you enough that I would learn all the languages in the world in hopes that maybe in their billions of words, I could find the right combination to express all this to you.
And if not, I’ll keep filling up these bathtubs, I’ll keep passing my cigarette and tucking you in at night. You are not alone. You never were.