The Picture.

That was a nice image I had in my head today. It wasn't much; no real description or detail to it, but it was still nice. You and I, living together. It was a very calming thought, for a brief moment, at least.

I'm surprised you don't think I'm crazy, with the way I talk. I know I think I am, half the time. It's ridiculous, really. But it doesn't change how I feel, or how right it feels when I think about the idea of us. Still, I feel crazy, because...I don't know why. I just do.

You always ask me what I'm thinking, and I usually tell you the truth. But sometimes I just...can't verbalize it. There aren't words to describe some of the emotions and thoughts that go through my head. I really wish there were, though. Like it would really matter, though. It's not like I can bring anymore clarity to the situation; it's already crystal clear.

I guess I wish the words existed so I could tell you, in entirety, how I really feel, and how you make me feel; how you've been making me feel, for a long time, though I never faced or admitted it. To show you just how much you mean to me, and what you do for me.

But there aren't words for some of those things, unfortunately. Maybe some day I'll find another way to express it.