Don’t you understand, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me? I’m too afraid to speak about you in the chance that somebody may discover how grand you are and take you from me. I am afraid that somebody else will love you. Even the thought crushes me like a cataclysmic tidal wave, hoping to squeeze all breath from my lungs. You may not be perfect, oh no that we can agree upon and vice versa, but I accept all your traits and idiosyncrasies and idolise them.
You have become so beautiful to me over time once I have travelled your mind and learnt its dwellings. I do not wish to lose that connection we hold. Please just understand that when I say it’s us against the world, I truly mean it.