One hundred words - how could that be enough to tell you how I feel? It couldn't, that's how. I have so much to say. My feelings are more complicated than that would allow, and I've wasted so many. Gobbled up a good deal already.
You know you're always my plus one, don't you? There are straight women and then there's you, the only man I've ever felt so strongly about. The one who can make my heart sing and pump blood around my system, who exhilarates me. My soulmate.
If it were a hundred words, then I'd be done now.
I've more to say; you are worth more than a hundred words. You are my reason for getting up in the morning, the why and wherefore of my very existence. I can pinpoint the moment when I started to live again. It was the moment you said, 'Want to see some more?' And I suddenly found that I did, I wanted to see more danger, though they'd already been enough for a lifetime.
They think that's it's sexual, but they'd be wrong. It's more complex than romance, it's not just one thing. Not just friendship, not gratitude, nor comradeship. All of those things, none of those things.
So that's why I needed more than 100 words and why 221Bs are better!