Love is just a nice word that tries to do its job when I say I love you. Bless its little heart. Bless all the little hearts of all the little words that try and fail to convey what I feel for you and the significance of those feelings to me.

When I say I love you I mean I admire you. When I say I love you I mean I find solace in you. When I say I love you I mean that I want to protect and improve your welfare and circumstances. When I say I love you I mean that you have irrevocably changed me and how I see the world.

Every train of thought, no matter its nature, it’s origin, or duration, ends at your station. I would accuse fate of destiny, but for the plain fact that I drive the train. My agency in the course of my journey to you is worth noting because I have an ability to know in my gut what I need and the tendency to doggedly pursue it. In other words, I’m headed to Craig-town because I’m a fuckin’ survivor, baby. And I know what’s best for me.