There is a point where I don’t just love you for your features, or for the things you like about yourself, or even the things you hate.

Sometimes I love you so much that my heart feels tight. not in a painful way, but in a way that almost hurts. as if I am holding something inside that is larger than my ability to contain it.

It feels like emotion exceeding language. I don’t have better words for it. it is not a bad feeling. it is not overwhelming in a destructive way. it is just deep. deeper than what I am used to carrying.

It is the kind of depth where love becomes physical. where it sits in the chest. where it presses slightly, as if asking to expand.

And I know this is not the limit, time will pass. this feeling will grow. it might find better days to arrive. for now, it just lives there.

full. waiting.