I tried to write you something. I tried to write about you, and write it in a way that would make you understand something much deeper than actual words.
How does that work though? Clicking keys on a plastic board, putting together symbols to create a feeling? I couldn't do it. I couldn't manage to squeeze something so important to me into such a cold lifeless being. I couldn't replicate my feelings for YOU onto here. Out of thousands of words, not one is ever possible of sculpting you.
So I'll try something else.
You're like the setting sun on a autumn night, when the leaves reflect the gold streams, and the red could be a ribbon caressing the dark silk falling from above. To me, you're the bottomless ocean, filled with things that only you know so well, and I am left wondering. My love for you could possibly be compared to the miracle of birth. You've built something inside of me that is forever growing everytime I see your posts. I swear, one day it's going to burst, and I'll be left torn into pieces, but until then, it's a gorgeous flower blossoming. I couldn't explain you in simple words, so I tried to write something bigger than that. I tried to compare you to the beauty of the world. I tried to explain you in the wonders of things that is impossible for anyone to comprehend. I tried to tell you how wonderful, and perfect you are. I tried to show you that I love you.
Even though those three words could never mean enough.