I have heard that sometimes it is too soon to call someone: my love or my heart….

I mean especially when I haven’t known you for long.

A year was it?

A year is nothing compared to the amount of time that is supposed to be “the right time” to tell someone the words you truly feel.

I have also heard that sharing how and what you feel towards someone may cause them to suffocate.

Logical? Depends.

However, I believe that my love knows no logic.

Tell me, how am I supposed to look at you without stating that you occupy my heart? What part of me am I supposed to call you or give you that might sum up all the feelings and all the beats that you cause?

How am I supposed to look at you and not call you my love? What other word could ever amount to all the meanings and all the feelings that this one word holds?

When you occupy my mind, heart and soul.

When everything I do and wherever I go, you are with me.

Tell me, how can I not share all this magical chaos that have caused the atoms in my body to tremble?

I cannot.

You are my love.

You are my heart.

I cannot hide it.