i love you. like... i don't know. i look at you and see my entire future. our future. and i can't stop thinking about you even after two years of knowing you. you're on my mind constantly. and by now i can confidently say that i would risk everything for your safety and well being. because i'm absolutely crazy about you. you're my perfect fit, you know? you're my soul mate. i found you and i'm not letting you go. i'll always be here for you. truly, i cherish you, adore you and love you, jagiya.
He looks at her like she is the light of his life ; the sun itself and he is the sunflower despairingly needing her warmth. He looks at her like she is the finest gem, the rarest discovered by him and he is going to retain her as his for an eternity, to guard over her finest strands of her in the price of his life so they won’t, god forbid, fall from her head. All these glances … poetry can be recited over his homage towards her; of his blind adoration and his immense love to her which knows no limits. To articulate these notions and sentiments in the more simple way —— he is a boy in love, oh, so in love, with the woman who stands in front of him. What can he possibly tell her that he hadn’t already? She’s said it all, as well – their shared future, he can imagine it; perhaps a few kids, their dog Miso all grown up, and the two of them living happily ever after as much as feasible in the cruel ‘real’ world. She’s his future – when he lays his eyes upon her sylphlike features or when he holds her graceful hand there is a sensation of wamrth that overflows in his veins and it brings solace and felicity in levels which aren’t describable in mere words. He had never imagined that he would fall in love, particularly in his relatively young age however here they are… looking into one another’s eyes and knowing that they are each other’s whole universe; her pain is his, his woe is hers, their happiness is mutual. Gosh, he is so in love with her … of rosy cheeks and inevitable smiles, of tender glances at the woman who is his muse and inspiration – a living justification to breathe in another day, every day… how beautiful. So beautiful, to be so in love… there’s a conception in him which screams that everything is temporary albeit one sound of her delicate voice, one taste of her sweet kisses and he’s assured that their love was meant to be (despite all the hardships and obstacles) for the two of the are soulmates from prior lives, and future lives, perhaps. Her words, her endearing words sink into his mind and write vows in his heart to always succor her, to always care for her, to always give her his everything. Because her words are earnest and he is certain that she means every syllable and vowel that emits from her precious lips – he just knows that when she tells him that she won’t ever let go no matter what comes their way … he just becomes so overwhelemd with all the sensations that it begins to be onerous to believe how he has found his perfect match – the love of his life. He looks at her with a soft expression and a softer smile because there is nothing else for him to say. She said it all; he will love her as long as he can breathe air into his lungs (as dramatic as it sounds) and he will love her for as long as she lives in his heart, his heart is hers, anyway. He loves her, and nonetheless the amount of times it will be stated (both in words and actions or body language) it is infeasible, impossible to convey how immensely he deifies her, cherishes her, ventures her ; loves her.