I would suffer for you. Black and blue know no pain like being without you. You are the world to me. I am afraid of what I would be if you were not there to guide me. Nobody may know, or even agree that we are meant to be, but they aren’t us. They don’t know what we know, or understand happiness as we know it. Love… is immaterial. More than flesh and blood, more than money, more than relationships held on by a fray waiting for the snap of betrayal and doubt. I would give everything to you. Actually, I have, and I would give you even more than that if it means you stay.

What can I say? I’m hopeless and romantic.