A Fact I Have Been Eluding

Why do I think about you all day? I tell myself that I should not indulge in this obsession, yet my mind is ruled by you. My world seems that much more au fait with you on my mind. Why do I crave your attention? Every fragment of awareness you spare me makes me that much more complete. Why do I bother with what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling? It is but care that is so personified that I have for you. Your thoughts fascinate me. Your emotions instigate and enliven me. Why do I yearn for your presence? Though the pain is so unbearable, I long to see you. I am contented just to have you near me. I am instantly drawn out of the abyss with each glimpse of you.

Others don’t see too much in you. To me, you are more than everything. You might speak words that severs me; but only because I have bestowed on to you the weapon to do so. Your actions may annoy me. It is your imperfections that make you so real to me. Though we might not understand each other entirely, I would eagerly spend the rest of my life learning about you.

If perpetuity in hell is what I have to endure to keep feeling this way about you, I will suffer hell. I had thought that I could put my feelings into words. It seems I have failed. This could not begin to describe the way I feel.

I was convinced that I have loved before. I stand corrected.
I admired you. I liked you. I was crazy about you. I love you.