I find myself here again, writting another letter to you.
I think so highly of you, because you are wonderful in every way. Once in my letters I described you as the sun itself, but you're so much more than that. Your sole presence in my life means more than a burning star, or the life that it's possible thanks to it's merciful job to our planet and every sentient habitant.
Imagine how much you mean to me. How much I adore every inch of you, from the inside and out.
Imagine how I wish to capture every frame of you laughing into my memory to replay again and again. You make it echo everywhere around me, everywhere inside of me as a soft rumble in my core, as the soft background music that castes more magic on me than any spell known.
Imagine how inspired your actions leave me floating in the middle of cloud nine, feeling like I could conquer every dream I have with just you and your energy beside me. I like how well our perspectives in living go together, and how many others we could try to reach with our soothing words of courage. You say I'm inspirational, but seeing you and your everyday work leaves me agape everytime. You fight abeit silently for the causes you believe in, and just doing so you light up a fire into my sometimes cynical self.
Imagine how many other things I am a spectator of. I just mentioned two of so many others still roaming free into my memory, guarded neatly into your very own archive.
Just so you know, It's getting difficult, to keep on with it, because one being human can't keep track of so many things.. but I try my best still, because one day I hope I could take every little thing that defines you, and write a biography of the shy, stubborn, but so very awe inspiring you. And I crave on doing so not because I feel myself as special, or important enough in your life, but because I feel someone so creative and lovely deserves such spotlight.
You deserve all of the most beautiful words I could muster, even if too sappy and uncontrolled in my letters.
You deserve to be loved, every day, every week, every year.
I love you too much, you have no idea.