For Jim

I'm sad. I love you. Why are you angry? Why do you think I'm so wrong? I think you're wrong. Why? I don't know. Is this working? Dear god let it work. I can't be without you. You love me. I know this, beyond a doubt. Why do I have to question it then? Please. Please Please Please Let's just be in love. Forever. I wasn't prepared for the turmoil that comes with love. That's on me. I know. I'm sorry, please be sorry too. If you aren't, this may not work. But dear god let it work. Please. I need every bit of you. Every hair every pore every scar. All of your heart. Is that not fair? Is it too much? Tell me. Tell me if I am asking far too much. But it is what I need. Could I exist without it? I'm unsure. Codependency. Unhealthy? Or truth in love? Where are the answers? Who has them? Anyone? Buller? The only certainty I own: I love you, even when it hurts. Even when you make me cry. More when I make you cry. Tears? Do they equal love? Is that what love is: Loving someone so much, that it hurts, that it exalts all Joy Pain Laughter to a level I've never experienced? I wasn't ready for what love means. What it entails, all the happiness and sorrow and worry and comfort and fear. All I ask is that you remember this: I didn't know how to love until you. I didn't know what it meant to be truly in love with another soul. Please be patient. I'll try harder to learn quickly what it means. To love harder and with less fear of you falling out of this love we share. Give me time, I'll listen to your lessons on how to love. Your life is the greatest gift I've ever been given. I adore, love, cherish, and am enraptured by your very existence. I'm.astounded you love me And I love you, more that any word, or poem, or note could epitomize