I loved you.
I loved you frantically, like the air would cease to flow from my lungs if I were to lose you.
I loved you desperately, like an addict searching for their next fix.
I loved you without hesitation, taking every opportunity to express it, unabashed and unashamed of my unrelenting need to be with you.
I loved you to the core, readily accepting every so called flaw, savoring it like an exquisite candy.
I loved you in ways I did not know I could.
I wanted you to know how vital you were to my being.
I wanted you to take me into you, and never release me from your warm embrace.
How I longed for those moments when I could lay peacefully on your chest, feeling your heart beat against my cheek. I remember the rise and fall of your ribs, a gentle rocking that sent me into a dreamless sleep; what could I possibly dream of when all I ever wanted was comfortably nestled beside me?
My mind flowed endlessly with thoughts of you. I retreated from reality, daydreaming of travels to romantic and faraway lands.
My heart leapt at the very thought of having your love wrapped solidly around my finger, a reminder that you did indeed return my unconditional affection.
I loved you, and I will never forget this.
