I love you.

I think I know--just a little--how it feels to be you right now, and I hate it more than you could ever know. My protective instincts want to take it all away. I want you to see you the way I see you--the way WE see you.

I want to get into your soul to communicate to you that I love you, I think you are so amazing, I'm so glad to call you mine, and I can't imagine my life without you. I tell you, but I don't think you can hear it, or maybe it's just that my words can't express the way I feel about you.

And that scares me, makes me sad, and makes be feel pretty damn helpless.

I love you, and "I love you" seems petty to describe my feelings toward you. It's not an e-mail sign off, or a thoughtless expression. I really love you.

Hang in there, okay?