I used to always think of time, count the seconds, the minutes, the hours. I viewed time as something to keep me occupied. As time went on talking to her, breaking down the walls I had put up myself, time lost meaning and I lost myself within everything that she was.
I thought I had experienced love and what it had to offer, but she took that definition, tore it to shreds, and rewrote what love was. I no longer live with my head, I feel it in my heart, hearing her say that she loves me, and I saying it to her, is something I feel echo through my body and heart. Life around me without her is bland, gray, tasteless. Seeing her is like seeing color for the first time.
She is the green in the leaves, the wind on a hot day. The rain that nourishes the earth, and the sun to make it grow. She is the first snowfall, a blanket of beauty. The first breath of spring and fall. She breathes life into me and takes my breath away. She is the perfect sunrise and sunset, everyday. She is the flowers that grow and bloom, the smell of the forest after a thunderstorm. She is my eighth wonder if the world.
Every day that I have her and call her mine, my soul spills out and melts, want to be catches by hers and meld into two with one another. Her True beauty blinds any and everything else around me, allowing me to see her and only her. She is my wildest and best of dreams come true. Never have I wished so hard, and have that wish come true. She may be a while away, but when I close my eyes I feel her next to me, her heart beat on my chest.
I love you, is the biggest understatement, I have told her. What I fee and have for her is more than love itself. Love could never, ever touch or reach the height of what I feel for her, and how I see her. Alas, humanity cannot reach such imaginable emotions without first having a stepping stone to start with.
