the book of heartbreak

day 37

You don't know what it's like to look at someone and think, "Wow, I'm so fucking lucky to have such a beautiful person in my life." Because that's what you are, you're beautiful.

I love the way your mind thinks and the way everything about you is so pure. You say these crazy things that somehow manage to sound thoughtful. You care, all the time, about anyone and everyone.

With you it's different. It's like your presence makes the room instantly happier. Your smile is infectious and causes everyone else to smile back, even if they're in the worst mood ever.

The way you look at me is fascinating. I feel like when I look into your eyes I can see the deepest parts of you that you keep hidden from others—pain, sadness, loss. All the things that you keep hidden from the world in order to make everyone else happy.

And I also see something else—I see love. I see love that burns just as mine does, like you're telling me that you love me without saying anything at all.

You make me happy, and it's scaring me because I can't lose you. I can't lose such an intelligent person and I don't want to.