I love you.
I don’t know your name, who you are, or what you’ve been through, but I do know that I love you.
From the little I do know, though, I can tell you this:
You are human, just like me. We breathe the same air, we feel the same joy, and we bleed the same colour. We are both beings beneath the sun.
I know you are human, and humans have something that makes us special, something that makes you special.
It’s your ability to connect.
You possess the ability to connect to anything you wish. You can feel the sorrows of a fictional character who’s nothing more than a collection of thoughts. You can feel the bonds between the people in your life. You can feel the strength of the interests you love.
That alone makes you special.
You’re a creature designed for a purpose greater than either of us can understand.
To be human is to be more than just yourself, and you’ve succeeded. You’ve lived life in unison with all the elements that surround you, consciously or not.
You are a being of love.
And for that reason,
I love you.