To my Valentine

If I had my way and the world was just you would my Valentine. I would've spent weeks pouring over the same pencil drawings wondering if they would hold the same significance to you as they do me. I would fuss over letters and phrasing, never quite happy with any of my work. I would tell you I think of that day more than any I've experienced, that it fills the hollow space in my thoughts. It was nice, way better than nice, it was exhilarating? That doesn't sound quite right either, no, it was intoxicating, memorable, electrifying, and heart-stopping. I would tell you that feeling, those feelings, is more addictive than anything. I would tell you how that day was the only day I could breath deeply and wholly. How your gaze meeting mine was like experiencing pure ecstasy.  Its like locking an addict in a room with their own person favorite concoction of drugs. Not even that is a perfect description of how I felt and do feel for you. You are my most favorite brand of happiness, you're my personal drug. I think I would be honest and tell you how you consumed my soul, my every thought, till I became nothing more but a vessel filled with love for another. I would tell you how I spent so many nights crying over you, for you, wanting to find a way to get closer. All the tears I have shed for you, for naught. I spend this night alone and the next alone, waiting maybe hoping you'll find an explanation so we can be trapped souls together again. I wave from the safety of the shore but you wish to drown. Save yourself before I wade into deep after you. My valentine hear this and grant me my prayers. Give me all or give me nothing. I love you, My Forever Valentine.