Love

She was always surprised how saying those three small words never seemed enough. How they never seemed to express how she truly felt for him. She didn’t think any word in the human language could fully describe the depths of feelings that snaked through her body when she thought of him.1

Him, the perfect and most wonderful man she’d ever met. He was the keeper of her heart and soul. He was her protector; he kept her safe when everything was crumbling around. He was her rock, her life and the very air that she breathed. He was the pillar of strength in her moment of weakness.2

She was constantly at a loss for why someone as great as him would want to be with someone like her. But whenever she was with him the look in his eyes told her she was his everything as well. 3

They both had their problems and fighting was a must but when it came down to the end of the day nothing could keep them apart, nothing could tear away the love that they had for one another. It was just too strong. It was just too special.4

It was an obsession, a lust, a love all rolled into one big package. She could admit she hated it. She hated being so dependant on anyone. He was her life and the air she breathed and she hated it more then words could say. It hurt when they were apart and she cried more each time they parted.5

It was such an effort to try not to mess it all up. She spent every day working towards it, everyday thinking about how much she loved him.6

It was more then an obsession, and she both hated and loved it. It was an awesome feeling to have someone love her like this, it was an awesome feeling to love someone like this. But he started occupying every thought. She always talked about him, always thought about him. How could she go on without him?7

She knew that if it ended any time soon or ever her heart would be broken and would possibly never be repaired. She knew she would cry and be in so much pain. It’s why she gave up in arguments; it’s why she always wanted to take the blame. She was so scared of losing him that it hurt just thinking about it.8

What do you call it when you love someone so much that you couldn’t call it love? Is there a word for it? She didn’t know but it was impossible to describe how she felt.9

He was everything she ever wanted and needed in a man. He was everything right about the world. She always wondered if he knew how much he had saved her. Before he came into her life it was just empty, a repetitive monotonous chore that meant getting through to the next day. Never thinking ahead into a time where life would be good and kids would be running rampant.10

Her mind had slowly been turning into nothingness, slipping further and further into a dark room with a locked door. She was so worn out from the effort it took to display a happiness that was false. It was such an effort to pretend everything was all right, that she wasn’t dying inside. Life was a drag and it was all she could do to pretend that she was still happy inside.11

But with him in her life it wasn’t pretend anymore. Her life was back and she looked forward to each and every day. To each and every second she could talk to him or see him. Everything was special now, she loved life and she loved him.12

Just those three words never seemed enough, but it was all she could say.13

I love you.14