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You’re in my thoughts in a way that doesn’t even feel like thinking anymore. It’s just there, like breathing. Constant. Quiet. Something I don’t even try to do, it just happens. And when I think about life without you, even for a moment, everything inside me goes still. Like my soul just pauses.
What I feel for you isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s deeper than that. Steadier. Like it’s been planted in me. I don’t love you because it’s easy or perfect or looks good from the outside. I love you because something in me knows you’re part of the story He’s been writing for me all along. You feel like home.
So no, I’m not saying those three little words. I don’t have to. You can see it in how I look at you like you’re already part of my future. You can feel it in the way I pray for you, even when you don’t know I am.
This love is not perfect. But It is real. It is mine. And it is yours.
Love,
clumsyboy