This is one man's feeble explanation of an infinitely advanced term. A simple word which has the power to make or break men. A simple word which is mightier than the pen AND the sword. It would appear as though the word is mightier than the entire language in which it is contained.
This is a word which can stir a million emotions at its mere utterance. It matters not how the word is delivered. It can be screamed in glee from the top of a mountain, rolling through the hills and valleys abroad, or it can be whispered by a lover during a passionate kiss. There are a multitude of ways the word can be delivered. All of them provoke very strong, and varied emotion.
I wield this humble pen now, because I find myself feeling these emotions. For someone quite special. Someone who means the world to me.
I find myself restless in the evening. I smell her hair on my pillow as I lay. A truly intoxicating aroma. I see her face when I close my eyes. My last thought in the evening is not of what events are to occur in the coming days, weeks or months. They are not of what might have transpired in the past.
Instead, they are of her. A most intriguing, invigorating and insurmountably attractive being. My thoughts are of her eyes. Her hair. Her lips. Her face. A face which I will surely not forget, for as long as my body draws breath.
Being with her is a surreal experience. It's like something out of a fantastic story. Something too good to be true. Truly, this is the stuff dreams are made of.
I am normally not one to feel such feelings, or scrawl such words on paper, but when you feel a deep longing, from the farthest reaches of your mind, and the very bottom of your heart, you can't help but become compelled to write such things.
I love you.
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