"write masterpieces," they told me.
"write so the whole world is moved."
and i try. i really really do.
or i used to, anyway.
but my thoughts right now are filled with my favourite three words, over and over again.
my thoughts are filled with those three words aimed at you. i think them for you. i want them for you.
i once thought there was a limit to how much you could love a person.
i was mistaken; you came into my life and each day i love you more and more than i did before.
i love you infinitely, endlessly, more than anything else in this vast, vast universe.
and so i put it to paper. pour the love from my heart. i let you know that i love you because
"not all writing has to be the next harry potter," a friend said to me.
they're right, i think.
i don't have to write masterpieces. i don't have to write to move the whole world
(i do anyway, because you are my world, but that's beside the point)
i just have to write. so i write to tell you that
you mean the most to me.
—i love you i love you i love you, a.l.















