"so if you’re going to sit here and mope around about your life, you might as well tell her. don’t wait. tell her you love her. tell her you think her eyes remind you of moss and the ocean. tell her you have a heart attack every time she flashes you a grin. tell her that she saved your life, because she may not know. tell her that her kindness and her selfless beauty reminds you of sunshine and flowers. tell her that when you think about losing her you get dizzy and want to throw up. tell her you don’t believe in god but you might believe in angels. tell her that she is your religion because you think of her every night before you fall asleep, and every morning you wake up and give thanks to her for saving you. tell her that she breathes life back into you. tell her she calmed the gypsy within you, that you no longer wish to wander unless she is by your side. tell her that you’ve never been one to run, but for her you would sprint miles and miles just to hear her laugh. tell her you want to cry tears of joy when you see her eyes light up at the sight of you. tell her that you miss getting your fingers tangled in her hair. tell her that you splatter paint across a canvas and call it art because you love the freckles on her hands and her shoulders and her nose and even her eyelids. tell her that she is perfect and that she is beautiful even though you know sometimes she doesn’t feel like it. tell her that you’re confused about your past because it’s hard to remember anything that felt right before her. just tell her that when you feel her warm lips kiss your hand, you want to wear gloves for the rest of your life so that you will never lose it. go on, tell her about the time you were sitting at the dinner table and your heart dropped down into your stomach because the timing and the lighting and the way she looked at you was all so right, and you just knew that you had to spend forever with her. this is it, she’s the one. tell her. tell her right now. tell her because it’s true."