A pinch of salt.

I'm in the habit of calling out the extent of the force, form and extent of our love. I do so because I find it on the street corners of Marvellous and Incredible. I am becoming aware that the speed of its growth is a more scary than exciting to you. I am not offended by your fear. There is no quality about you which I do not find beautiful, I understand your fear of the speed of its growth and its enormity as having being bewildered and drenched in pain by a "love" energy yesterday, you fear is not actually the love that we share but by how it's loss would wound you. I put the other love in "inverted commas" as it was an unrequited one in which you gave all but received none in return. The antithetical irony is that during the initial one you held on to the lie that this love was real contrasted to you now shying away from the truth that it is. This arrangement is one of symmetry and nature has blessed all things beautiful with symmetry.

Alas calling this love by the enormity of its name will not define its extent in the same way that not calling out its name would. Perhaps it is you though who harnesses the better approach as calling it one thing when it is constantly growing larger is limitation on the enormity of its perpetual expansion, driven by some mad engin, fuelled by an energy source composed of the new magical molecule in the space where our souls intertwine. I will thus refrain from calling its numbers. You correct, that would be a vain attempt at limiting this beast.

From this moment I will tell you only that I love you as the heavens alone know how much.