I love her so much, and today I’m bursting to tell her over and over. But I don’t, because I love you has become routine, the period at the end of a sentence rather than the explosion of affection that erupts the first time it’s said. I need words stronger than I love you. I need a whole new emotion to describe the depths of which I care for the woman to whom I’ve given my life, and who in turn, has given her life to me.
