A dumb love confession.

Being away from her is agony; my love for her is all encompassing. Her eyes, her smile… her laugh – oh, the beauty, oh the joy! She is an angel sent from outer-space to hold me and kiss my face. Everyone else pales in comparison to the beauty that she holds: not just visually, but energetically, too. Her aura penetrates and intoxicates; love drunk. The thought of her makes me elated, inebriated, and motivated. I want to be close to her, I want to dive deep into her depths, and I want to know her soul. I’m not sure if feelings this strong are possible to recreate, and I don’t want to take that chance. If it were up to me we would be husband and wife, and I would have her by my side for the rest of my life.

It feels like I’ve arrived home when we are together, and this feeling, oh, this feeling – I want to feel this forever. Naive, I may be, I know that passion fades and routine takes over. But I am optimistic by nature and I know that challenge is made to be overcome! What I do know, however, is that true love lasts forever. Only time will tell, but my heart is open and exposed – I’m ready for all the pain and suffering that this may entail, but I believe this to be a worthwhile risk. To pass up on a love like this, to close up and move on… this, to me, is a decision made contrary to my own happiness and wellbeing.

I am completely head-over-heels in love, and life complicates this so, so… To wait is to risk pain, but to walk is to guarantee pain, and deny possible pleasure. I am a dumb idealist and I want my lady.

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