I've always wanted to speak another language,
it's something I've been meaning to learn for years but I always put off.
I've always admired Italian,
something about it was just so enamouring and lavish, despite that I never brought myself to check it off.
Did you know there are more then 7,100 well-spoken languages in the world? 20,182,852 words in total in only 123 of those languages, 15,422,745 of them being unique? Roughly 600,000 words in the English language, 12 million in Arabic, 150,000 in French, 130,000 in Russian...the list goes on.
Even if I had learnt every single language in the world, all of the words in the world combined would never be enough to even briefly describe the utter adoration and overwhelming infatuation my heart holds for you.
No sentence does justice explaining the love i embrace only for you.
When I thought about learning another language, I was disappointed with myself for not having the courage nor the patience to learn one.
However I was wrong for my ignorance, as I had completely disregarded the fact I actually had taught myself another language, with your help.
You taught me the language of love, of which I hadn't been taught before by anyone.
