I love you, I love you, I love you. Tell me, does that make your heart race? Does your face flush and do your palms sweat? Does your body shiver in excitement when those three words waft through the air around us? I will be honest; I am nervous. Nervous solely because I am telling the woman of my dreams that I am in love. In love. What does that mean? I do not know. All I know is that I am in love with you. Happily in love. Utterly, hopelessly, and ardently in love. These words are incapable of projecting my true feelings, but they will have to suffice. They are all I have left for I have no voice when I speak to you. You’ve taken my heart and my voice, but I am perfectly fine with that. I told you I would give you my all, and I intend to do that. And once more for good measure: I love you.
