everything

"everything"

What do you mean to me? 

It is something 

I've been thinking about 

for some time now. 

I knew 

from the first moment I met you 

that 

I wanted a life with you.

But that 

only implies 

what you mean to me.  

What are the words? 

What are the feelings?

I've thought about 

the physical inner workings 

of trying 

to convey such a thing.

I've written down my thoughts 

and thought about 

the electrical signals 

from my brain 

that travel down my arm 

and into my fingers 

that then create 

these extravagant strokes 

of pen on paper 

and into letters and words 

that somehow become 

a coherent system of sentences and ideas 

that against all odds 

become how I feel 

in the most rudimentary sense 

of the thing.  

How can I tell you 

what you mean to me?

And I have come 

to the most obvious conclusion 

that I cannot. 

I can only show you 

with the years I have left 

of my life 

and with every action.  

These are my words 

which are so miniscule 

compared to the years 

I am prepared to spend with you. 

You mean everything to me.  

And I don't say that lightly.

-Armando Torres