Please forget anything I've said to you before.
Please forget all the letters, all the emails all the texts.
Forget the whispers and the shouts.
Forget the rain and the fireworks.
They are all inadequate when I think about you. Like trying to wrap words around infinity, nothing can contain how unbelievable you are and how much I love you. There's just no way. I'm very sorry, but you are beyond words, thoughts, ideas, even my feelings immense though they are, seem meager next to your amazing being. Sometimes I can't even believe that YOU can contain so much wonder, enchantment, beauty, perfection. I almost expect when I look at you, to see your edges get fuzzy struggling to keep the infinity of this most wonderful girl within its concrete bounds.
So, I know you enjoy my little missives, but I'm afraid they just won't do. You deserve to be told how fantastic you are with the same vastness, precision, perfection, the same ever emerging fractal complexity with which you do everything. Lifting your finger, or turning your head, is a greater proof that God exists than all the writings of the sages, all the natural wonders of the world.
And I get to kiss and hold you. I get to call you mine.
Yours Truly
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