there’s nothing in all the world I want but you — and your precious love — All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence — because you’d soon love me less — and less — and I’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own — I don’t want to live — I want to love first, and live incidentally — Why don’t you feel that I’m waiting — I’ll come to you, Lover, when you’re ready — Don’t don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me — You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all — and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had —

How different would life be if we were limited to saying "I love you" to a predetermined number of people. How would that change the statement, how would that impact relationships, how would we feel?

Think about how many times those words have left your mouth. Now think about how many people you've said them to. Now look at those people and tell me which ones you truly loved. The list dwindles with each new clause. And it should.

When I tell you I've loved deeply before, I'm being honest in a way only possible when I'm with you.
When I tell you I've been broken by love, I'm revealing a history without you.
When I tell you I've loved without loving, I'm admitting to a weakness I'm afraid to show you.
When I tell you I've never experienced love as profound as this, I'm offering all I have to you.

My lover.
My best friend.
My truth.

"Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and as transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting."

Always waiting.