Yet as soon as I try to describe what I feel for you, I start to flounder. Thousands of words rush simultaneously to my brain, and I could only capture three of them.
That is not enough. I want to describe how you make an uneventful day exciting and full of discovery . I want to describe the frustration, anger, hopelessness I feel when a day passes by without a sign of your existence. I want to capture in words how you feed my hunger, my sickness.
And even these magnificent declarations leave me inadequate. I want to give this an accurate mental image of you, of how you love drinking a cup of coffee first thing in the morning, of how you enjoy music as much as I do. I want to create you, just like a sculptor renders life into a piece of wood. I want your likeness… your pain, your suffering, your startling wisdom, your acerbic sense of humor.
I want you alive on this piece of paper.
I want to bring you to life and then put an end to it.
Written by: Marianyl Ehn-Ehn Rosas Itumay
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