I want to tell you that I love you.  But I am worried it would be a mistake.  That uttered from my mouth these words would send you away from me.

I love you.

Words I’ve kept close to my heart.  Shut in my mouth.  Too many times I have buried them when  looking at you. So often in my life I have kept them to myself, but everyone knew.

I love you,

Spoken with my eyes and with my touch, but I still wonder how could I ever be good enough?

Language is nothing but a tool.  Imperfect and riddled with error, but with the power to take a thing and crystalize it into reality.

I often question the harm those words could do.

I love you.

But do you, love me too?

What is this thing I am aiming at? What is love at all when still experienced individually? Could love be the thing that closes the gap between you and me? Or will it forever be a fabrication of animal minds, pre committed to this illusion of separateness?

Thing is though…

I love you