I wrote you a love letter the other day.

I believe it is the first writing of such kind that I have ever written. It felt exhilarating to put into words these feelings I have for you. I found it particularly difficult because my vocabulary does not include the words necessary to express what I wish to on a piece of paper. In fact, even if my knowledge of the English language was idealistically comprehensive, it would still be insufficient; and the reason for that is plainly simple.
My love for you is immeasurable.

I never thought I would meet anyone like you. Someone who looks at me the way I want to be seen. Someone with whom I can connect like we are confined in the same moment, away from time and space.
Your brain excites me. You inspire me to be.

I want you to know that you have shaped my life in a way I can never repay you. You arrived into my life when I needed you the most; you have picked me up and allowed me to fly.
Your nature is fundamentally essential to my understanding of humankind.

I know you are deeply fond of me, and that I have marked your life in a way that I will not be forgotten. We talked about our dreams and aspirations, we talked for hours in what seemed endless nights.

I wish that one day you will allow me to be your everything.

Your passion is what I love most about you. It is the absolute foundation of your nature, and the most essential aspect of your existence.
If one day we go our separate ways, and you have consumed your love for me, I want you to find strength in your passion.
Until then, you will always find strength in my affection.