to you, whoever you may be

If I ever ever ever write about you, you mean the world to me. I am sieving through every intellectually possible word to best describe how I feel towards you and more often than not, my words never seem to be able to fully hold all that I want to say. I would go on forever if I could. 

If I write about you, I am opening my heart to you. And to the world, because my love for you has overflown, from this tiny heart, pulsing through even tinier veins and out of the tip of my pen. I should have known that something so colossal as an emotion, was never meant to be hosted in my cage-like chest. I have given it the room to grow- amplified it as it should be, and adequately so because I don't think that the wash of emotions I feel for you should be kept wordless and contained. Not writing about something in my life gives it the power to fade like a sputtering candle without air; it's really murder. 

Have I ever told you? I write to make things real. I hope that these words find their way to you, whoever you may be. May these words strike a match in the dark, echoey hollow of your chest and bring a warm light to the centre of your soul because this is the core of who I am and what I can do for you.

I am what I write.