You are today as you have always been: The only one I ever loved, even when I didn’t know it.
I should have words for you today; words of love, words of joy, words of passion. “I love you” is such a pathetic attempt at expressing what I have inside for you. It always has been, and yet, remains all I have to reach for, the only thing to which I can resort to tell you how much you mean to me.
I do love you, with all my heart, more today than ever before, and yet, probably not as much as tomorrow, or the days we’ll share, however they number. Whatever they are, they won’t be enough.