L is for Love
I could start by saying that it hasn't been a day since that night that I didn't have you in my mind. Even though constant thinking of someone tends to be a hint of feelings, I don't think it constitutes love. I could also say that I've written countless lines about you, some of them embedded of a poetry that I can't recognize as my words: I was probably inspired by the wonderful forces of the universe. Even though I tend to write about people and things I love, I don't feel that constitutes proof enough just yet. I could talk about countless little things that make my day, about how I shiver when looking at your picture and can't help myself but smiling, about how kindness invades my chest whenever someone pronounces your name. About how sweet this name sounds, like music to my ears, like honey to my lips. About how I always try to bring you up in conversations just so that I can say how wonderful you are. About how I feel so grateful for what you