I’ll show you off, absolutely. Not in a trophy prize sort of way, but in a ‘Look who I’ve been blessed to love every single day.’ kind of way. My friends will get sick of it, probably.
I wouldn’t need to say a word to my parents, they’d know. They would know through my subconscious acts. They would know just by the way I would look at you, or how eager I would be to include you in a topic of conversation. They would know that I couldn’t possibly be happier.
I’ll spend every second that I can with you. Even more precious if you live further. We’ll do anything that caters to your interests. Don’t worry if it’s not a particular hobby of mine. We can be adventurous, we don’t need to be. Truthfully, I’ll be just as content being in the same space as you. You already feel like home.
I know the meaning of space. You will not be my world, and I will not be yours. We are independent people, living our own lives, fulfilling our own fate. We need each other, but we won’t die if we don’t. Other people in our lives are important, too. Balance, balance, balance.
The little things. They add up too, you know? I’ll always try to go out of my way for you. You deserve that effort.
I will not leave you for a stupid obstacle. Nor will I imply or threaten to leave you for a stupid obstacle. Obstacles are tests. They are normal. I will always forgive you. I don’t think I can be angry at you for more than 2 minutes (and I would have a damn good reason to be angry.)
If something is not fine, then I will try not to cover it up by lying that it is. I want you to do the same as well. Good communication should solve most problems.
"This is dedicated to you." You will see that often. Everyone will. Maybe not always in an obvious way, but the subtle dedication will be there. I hope I’ll be a good writer then, so I can do you some justice.
Words are frustratingly limiting. “I love you.” is a speck of dust in an entire galaxy.
Only you. I promise you with my very existence. My attention is all yours. There is nobody else. You will never have to feel like there is somebody else. Ever.
I don’t know what I can definitely offer you. I feel like a cheap deal with no bonuses. Love and effort seem too general. I am capable though, I know that much.
I don’t even know where you are.