"Constance, my love, I cannot weave sentences out of words that mean so little. It's arduous trying to make everything out of nothing. Like the way your touch illuminates my insides, the way seeing you from across the street warms me up better than my favourite sweater. How do I make you understand that these words are not enough to portray what you make me feel?
Happy? Loved? Complete? Strong? Invincible? Hopeful? Yes, you make me feel all those and so much more. But when you take them all together, my god, there is no word for that. That is how you make me feel.
Ever since I saw your glow, my heart has forgotten its beat. Slow and irregular it was. Here, put your hand against my chest. Do you feel that? That's the sound of my heart keeping up, beating insync with your rhythm.
You have opened me up, yet you have numbed the parts of me I wish were gone. I am speechless."
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