Sure, there are thousands of other girls I could date. They bombard me with texts every day... But I don't want any of them. If I was with someone else, she would still be on my mind. She is always there.
There have been nights that I couldn't sleep at all because I couldn't stop thinking of her. I've sat awake in the kitchen, cooking or eating, trying to find something that will preoccupy my thoughts because I can't stop thinking of her. And some nights, when I do finally find rest, she appears in my dreams. She is always there...
You can call her my obsession. My drug. My heartbeat. Days I spend without her I feel something missing. I feel empty and alone. Something tells me that we were meant to be together. When somebody says "God designed and made a person in this world just for you, to love, to cherish, to protect, and pursue," why is it that my mind always strays to her. She is the only one I love.
Yes, I know this is a sickness. But if you could feel what I feel, you might understand it. You might not. I would live for her and I would die for her. If I had to choose between breathing and loving her, I would use my last breath to say "I love you." If I had to run around the world twice to win her affection, why wouldn't I do it?
To save her life, I would do anything. Because I love her. If I can't have her I might as well be alone. The thought of dating anyone else, being with anyone else, looking at somebody else sickens me. I can not think of it.
Let me tell you that none of this is exaggeration. Only a love stonger than most know.
I see love when I look into her eyes. I know it's true. Can she see the love that I have for her when we look into each others eyes? Can she feel it? If she could know that love, and begin to want it as much as I do, I get the feeling that the world just might spin the way it used to. The way it was meant to. I love her more than the air I breathe. And I'll be crazy for it as long as I live.
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