“There’s never been a question that I loved you. I doubt even in the measure of it. It was more than could be counted, and still, less than you deserved.
“For years I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. The words were too small, nonsensical even, when compared to the feeling.
“There was air. There was you. Both essential to me. One to keep me alive, and the other to show me the value of that state.”
Voices In My Head, (c) J. A. Brown, Storyteller February 2, 2017