They asked "why you're sometimes sad?", "sometimes only?", i said...

out of the billions of possibilities and endless amounts of ways to describe my affection for you, I could never string together a simple sentence of endearing words that could ever come close to conveying my message as fondly as i feel it.

out of the 3,500,000,000 men that are walking this earth, i could never imagine a life as fulfilling and heart warming as one i could have with solely, and only, you.

out of all of the places on this earth, all 57,308,738 square miles of land, the only place id like to be is laying next to you. I would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant i could hold your hand in the process.

out of the 10,000,000 colors we can process, you out do the brightness of every single one imaginable. you are more vibrant than the sun's fiery colors, more mellow than the deepest ocean blues.

out of the billions and billions of textures we can touch, not one will ever come close to the euphoric feeling i get when your skin presses on mine. I tingle with every touch you give, even my skin crawls with excitement.

out of the trillions of smells detectable, not one can make me as happy as the smell of your cologne lingering on my clothes or the faint smell of your shampoo as you lay your head on my chest.

out of all of the thousands of tastes i have previously enjoyed, not one could possibly come close to the amount in which i crave the taste of you.

out of all the sounds in the world, out of all the things i wish to hear, your voice surpasses all else. It transcends the birds singing in the morning, and the sound of rain on a metal roof. It outdoes the sound of a fire burning and my favorite songs, it outdoes a cat's purr and the ocean's crash of waves. and of all the possibilities i'd wish to hear from you, "I love you" is really the only words i long for.

it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning.

like how your stomach wouldn't hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you've heard for the nth time.

like how you won't fall again for that old magic trick you used to be amazed at when you were a kid.

like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light in it would still light up even when you close it.

like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by.

like how you grunt "it's rush hour again",

like how you wake up on Monday mornings with that long-lost excitement,

like how you say "good morning" in the hallway and do not really mean it,

like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day,

like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears.

but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.

like how I say you’re big… and cute, also.

like how I adore the mole under your left eye,

like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair,

like how I don’t mind the gap between your teeth,

like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life,

like how I find bliss with the comfortable silence between us,

like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every little thing about you,

like how I enjoy the backseat with you,

like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand,

like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine--

your lips on mine.

like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences,

contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love.

but it is you-- You deserved to be loved every minute of your life.

it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning…

but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time.

like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.