Let Me Count the Ways - 22

I love you.

But that's not enough.

I love you like I love sunshine glimmering on the surface of a lake, I love you like I love the perfection of crystallizing breath on a cold winter morning, I love you like I love watching the first blossoms of spring come to life, I love you like I love watching the leaves turn red, I love you like I love the world.

I love you like I love nothing else, I love you like I love everything.

I love you like you.

Oh mummy, you're everything that's wholesome and kind about the world to me. When you die, I don't know what I shall do. I used to think suicide, but then you'd be disappointed. I used to think I'd cry, but that would never be enough. I love you mummy.

I just thought you might want to know.

Just for safekeeping.

15 years old, going on 16.

February 13th, 2011.

1 month, 5 days from my birthday.

Someday I'll read this and I'll know full well exactly how much you meant to me. Someday I'll read this and I'll realize that everything else I hold dear pales in comparison to how much I love you now.