I Love You More
Cookiesncreamfan: this is my prologue. Robin's about to confess his HUGE crush on Marian!
Dearest Marianne,
Never have I outright said I liked you. Never have I openly told you the extent of my feelings. My heart tells me that I should, but my mouth won't submit, and my voice refuses to voice the words to inform you on just how much I love you. So I wrote it down on paper, using the easy way out.
I love you more
than Greek
philosophers loved wisdom.
I love you more
than ancient
Egyptian kings loved their gold.
I love you more
than the
Vikings loved blood and fighting.
I love you more.
I love you more
than Abraham
loved his wife, Sarah.
I love you more
than Joseph loved his
rainbow-colored coat.
I love you more
than Ruth loved her
mother-in-law Naomi.
I love you more.
I love you more
than I love my
family and friends.
I love you more
than I love my goals and
dreams and ambitions.
I love you more
than I love my own life
and each breath that I take to sustain me.
I love you more.
Oh, Marianne, my sweetheart. Right now, you're probably laughing your head off at my stupid, cliché letter, wondering how I could've ever fallen so deeply in love. Then, being the sweet, kind, amazing person that you are, you'd try to find a gentle excuse for not love me back. But it's okay. I understand.
I've never been much of a poet. I've never been much of a writer. I've never been much of a poetic speaker. I've never been much of anything worthy of you.
So if you don't love me, please, just tell me plainly. I'm too much of an idiot to know otherwise. I won't be mad at you. So please, just tell me.
Written by the madly in love,
Robin