How do I tell you I love you without sounding so melodramatic? You always tell me I write too long a poem that you always skip to the end. Too bad you missed the best parts and never really know how much I love you.

I love you like a kid who wouldn’t stop crying until he got his favourite teddy bear back. But this I am certain of, I would never outgrow these feelings. I have tried, but always failed. I love you like how a writer is with his pen and words. For what is a writer without words to ease his aching soul? I couldn’t imagine what would become of me without you.

Just as days always turn into nights and nights to days, I would never run out of energy to tell you again and again that I love you.