I love you. I love you. I love you. I want to just write that a million times. I love you. I find myself doodling that onto my papers when even I'm not paying attention and I look down and have a dozen little initials lined up across the top of the page. Your name is always on my lips, my fingertips. I love you. I love you because you're you and because I can't imagine you being any different. I love you because you yawn when nobody's looking and when you stretch, your shirt comes up a bit, and because when you sit down next to me I never ever want you to leave. I love you because you grab my hand and because you treat me right when I need you to. And I love you because sometimes you don't. I could tell you this right now, but I can't. I could just write it out and send it. But I can't. So here's this to tide me over: I love you.