And this is how the writer in me loves. (words and more)

You made this cynic believe that amazing things still happen. You made this doubtful heart trust once again.

I love you. 

And when you are with a writer, be prepared to get lots of letters. Because I will write to you when I'm bored, when I miss you, on nights that my love for you is overwhelming and on mornings that I am still sleepy. I will write to you while you are beside me, I will write to you when we are oceans apart. I will write to you if I am annoyed at you or mad at myself. On times that I feel like giving up on the world, I will write to you. I will write to you if I am sorry, I would apologize over and over again for what happened. If I could write to you through the evening starry sky and in the white blank fluffy clouds, I will.

I will write to you as long as I can. I will love you as long as I can, and more. 

And I'll be here for you, on bright sunny days and dark nights. 

In writing, I may be full of words. Verbally, I may not talk that much.

But know that what I would really want to tell you, is something that I would never be able to tell you.

Because words can never suffice for the gratitude, for the love, and for the care I have for you.

You'll know about them, anyway. You already know about them.

Because love is not a word, but a verb. Because love is not just a feeling, but is something more.

I love you, dear boyfriend.