♡ A Series of Love Letters ♡

September 7, 2022

I’ll always love you. I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m probably just fucking things up between us. But I can’t help it. You’re perfect. How could I not love you?

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August 7, 2022

I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. Even in death, my soul will still search for you.

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August 6, 2022

The words to describe how I feel for you will never exist. Saying “I love you” feels like an understatement. I’ve said those words in reference to many things over the years. “Love” is a word I’ve always used to describe a fondness towards certain things. TV shows, movies, songs. Using it to describe how I feel for you feels like an insult. However, I cannot think of a better word to use, so I suppose “love” will have to do. Trust me when I say no one has ever made me feel the way you do. “Love” will never be an accurate way to describe my feelings for you. But until I find a word that more accurately defines this: I love you. In fact I only love you. Though I’ve said these words about many things, and to some people, saying it about you is the only time I’ve ever truly meant it. So if it means anything despite how little the word usually means in my vocabulary: “Love” is the word I associate most with you.