No one gets this but you. Maybe not even you.
No one else understands that this feeling swallows all other emotions.
It's so hard to put into words. I don't think I'm saying it right.
I want to tell you that I don't know all that much about life: I don't know what it's about. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my own life. But I know that I want you there. I want to figure everything out with you next to me, if you'll have me.
Maybe I shouldn't be so bold, but I just can't help it.
I have absolutely no idea what the big question of life is.
Somehow, though, I think you're the answer.
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