Unsure
I am unsure where to begin. Where do you start to describe a love so deep and so wonderful? Do you start with her smile? The way it is infectious to my lips. The way her eyes light up. The way it seems to make the sun shine a little bit brighter and the world not quite so scary because she is by my side?
Should I start with how sexy she is? The way she walks into the room takes my breath away. The way I see other guys check her out when she doesn't know it. The way she thinks she's not "perfect" but I think that she is. Her commitment to her physical fitness and her sizzling tan lines.
Maybe I could start with how she always puts others before herself. Even when they aren't deserving of her attention. Even when they have hurt her repeatedly and no one would think less of her if she turned her back on them. Myself being one that is undeserving of her love.
Perhaps I could recount the many adventures we go on. How fun she is to be with. How crazy she is and lets me be. Her spontinatity for trips here and there to see this band or that singer. The way she rocks out to a heavy metal band to the way she "boot scoots" to a country crooner. Her love of music and how "everything is a song." The way she makes a normal get-a-way into a romantic weekend.
Or how she gets misty eyed when we speak to a war veteran. Her patriotism is unrivaled in our circle of friends. If Uncle Sam calls I know she will pick up the phone and ask what can I do to help. The way she jumps in when we help out in our communtity. She is tireless when it comes to helping the less fortunate.
I could take a more direct approach and say how I love the feeling of her skin on mine. The taste of her kisses on my lips. The passion and electricity that flows from her body to mine when we are close. The touch of her fingertips. The smell of her skin. How sometimes I can't even have her hand on me when we are walking through the store....
Maybe I could describe the passion she has when she takes on anything. How she throws herself fully into any undertaking from cooking to cleaning to helping a neighbor clean up after a storm. How when she puts her mind to something, she sees it though to completion.
How do I describe the love I feel for this woman? How can I tell her that I am sorry for causing so much hurt? That I am proud of the way she is handling it and the love she shows me inspite of my stupidity. That she means the world to me and I love her more and more each day. I lack the necessary skills to be able to put into words how I feel about her. My vocabulary is limited to geek speak and I fear that she may not know how much she is loved. Needed. Cherished. She is the breath in my lungs. The love in my heart. The life in my body.
It is her love that sustains me. Nourishes me.
Without her, I am nothing. A shell of a man not worthy of life. A chemical process to turn O2 into CO2.
I Love You, Deborah.
Should I start with how sexy she is? The way she walks into the room takes my breath away. The way I see other guys check her out when she doesn't know it. The way she thinks she's not "perfect" but I think that she is. Her commitment to her physical fitness and her sizzling tan lines.
Maybe I could start with how she always puts others before herself. Even when they aren't deserving of her attention. Even when they have hurt her repeatedly and no one would think less of her if she turned her back on them. Myself being one that is undeserving of her love.
Perhaps I could recount the many adventures we go on. How fun she is to be with. How crazy she is and lets me be. Her spontinatity for trips here and there to see this band or that singer. The way she rocks out to a heavy metal band to the way she "boot scoots" to a country crooner. Her love of music and how "everything is a song." The way she makes a normal get-a-way into a romantic weekend.
Or how she gets misty eyed when we speak to a war veteran. Her patriotism is unrivaled in our circle of friends. If Uncle Sam calls I know she will pick up the phone and ask what can I do to help. The way she jumps in when we help out in our communtity. She is tireless when it comes to helping the less fortunate.
I could take a more direct approach and say how I love the feeling of her skin on mine. The taste of her kisses on my lips. The passion and electricity that flows from her body to mine when we are close. The touch of her fingertips. The smell of her skin. How sometimes I can't even have her hand on me when we are walking through the store....
Maybe I could describe the passion she has when she takes on anything. How she throws herself fully into any undertaking from cooking to cleaning to helping a neighbor clean up after a storm. How when she puts her mind to something, she sees it though to completion.
How do I describe the love I feel for this woman? How can I tell her that I am sorry for causing so much hurt? That I am proud of the way she is handling it and the love she shows me inspite of my stupidity. That she means the world to me and I love her more and more each day. I lack the necessary skills to be able to put into words how I feel about her. My vocabulary is limited to geek speak and I fear that she may not know how much she is loved. Needed. Cherished. She is the breath in my lungs. The love in my heart. The life in my body.
It is her love that sustains me. Nourishes me.
Without her, I am nothing. A shell of a man not worthy of life. A chemical process to turn O2 into CO2.
I Love You, Deborah.
