I didn’t grow up in a home where people said “I love you”. It wasn’t that no one loved each other, we just never said it in words. My mom didn’t express it that way and I never learned to have a need to hear those words. Even now, I have to make a conscious effort to say those words to my sweetie. And I am not overly touched to hear those words. They are just words. I know what love looks like, what it feels like. I am in love with my sweetie in a deep place in my soul, where words don’t even have a place. I love him like I love myself. He is me. I can’t bear to think of the world without him in it. I have felt his love radiate across the planet, letting me know he is still out there loving me. He is unable to hurt me because he could not bear the world without me either. He can laugh at me, knowing that he laughs also at himself because I am his. Our souls are bound in a way that was not our own doing. It was like that since first we met. Is he my soulmate? Another word that will limit our relationship. He is the one who keeps me endlessly laughing. His smile lights up my soul. I cry for him when he is in pain. He would give his life to protect me only to have me die without him. I know this is more than love. It’s how I feel, it’s what I do. He is a priceless treasure from God, irreplacable and pure.
