I want to write to you every moment of every day.
I want to tell you what my intestines, veins, and nerves scream whenever you are by my side and whenever you are not by my side; and what they yearn for — who they yearn for — whenever you are with me and whenever you are not with me. I want you to know how your smile triggers mine and how your frown triggers the tears in me. I want you to feel the same breeze and air that I inhale and exhale; for my every breath contains fragments of my heart dedicated to you and only you. I want you to hear the explosions inside of me and the bursting in my chest.
I want to tell you every thing. Every single thing. Every little thing.
