The words rise from the walls of my lungs in a rush of warm breath. I can feel them, every syllable, every tiny edge they have etched into this heart. They brush up against my teeth, and my tongue feels awkward in my mouth. I don’t want to stutter, but these sounds have no patience, and my lips are pressured open in a way that ensures an awful start. But my eyes, they have found something worth all of the attempts my life can produce, if only to make sure my conviction, my feelings, are crystal clear. My body finds it’s balance as my heart, that felt sure to run away, is suddenly still, as if to ensure that erratic beating won’t drowned out my words.
It’s only a few seconds of my life.
It’s not guaranteed to be forever.
It’s only 3 words out of millions.
It’s not guaranteed to be reciprocated.
It’s only one complex emotion in a sea of similar sentiments.
It’s not guaranteed to lead to a happier life.
It’s only another person.
It’s not guaranteed this person is the right person.
But still…
Right here, right now,
It’s forever for the seconds before and after.
It’s 3 words that tell my entire story.
It’s one emotion that tells the rest of me who I am, and who I will be.
It’s not just another person. It’s her. It’s only her. It was her yesterday, it will be her tomorrow, and it will damn sure be her, standing in front of me, whom I let these words loose for.
You have me, all of me, my darling.
~I love you.~
That little light from your lampshade 