I don’t think that I’ve ever connected with someone more in my life. As you say, it’s like we share a brain.

You’re not perfect, you’re beautiful.

My heart aches from the thrill of it, the air in my lungs thick and sweet like spun sugar, it hurts, but you’re lovely.

Sometimes, I’m struck with the urge, to share parts of my day with you. Small things. You’re there and I’m here, it’s the least I can do, to bring you closer by means of trifling tales and photographs.

I don’t know how to say it, I love you. I love you.

We keep dancing around it, the words are hanging there, clear as daylight, lingering in the pauses between our messages.

I love you, I love you, do I say it?

It’s worth it, isn’t it, to spend my nights awake with you, and on the rare occasion that I sleep, with you in my dreams.

The words are electric when I say it, only I don’t, instead they hover there like static, waiting to snap at our skin when our fingers touch, if they ever do, you’re there, and I’m here.

I love you, I love you, I love you, and I mean it more every time, cycling it through my head over and again like a mantra, only with this, it quickens my blood rather than soothe my thoughts.

Tell me again I’m your angel, and maybe then I’ll grow wings to fly to you. My darling, my dearest, mine.

Will it ever last? Will it ever end? We step the same steps, each waiting for the other to lead, to say it, I love you. Last time, it was you. This time, me.

I don’t know how to say it, but I do. I will. I love you, I love you, I love you.....

an update: I said it. And so did she.