I didn’t just start this off by saying describing you, or my feelings for you, is impossible out of some attempt at a grand romantic statement. I mean it legitimately. I have ways to describe the edges of my feelings or of you, but nothing to adequately explain the whole. Which is why it’s taken me so long to write this. I have come up with drafts and lists and ideas, have whispered whole paragraphs out loud to myself as I’m falling asleep, but it doesn’t do it justice. You claim my problems with writing boil down to my constant search for unattainable perfection. I suppose it’s the same thing.