To understand you—is something that will exhaust someone's entirety. But I don't mind, I don't regret wanting your very being at all. I like you the way you are. I love you the way the true God carved your beautiful soul.
Perhaps, it's truly impossible to completely know one's language: the way they think, act, judge, and manifest themselves accordingly. But it's okay when it's you. Because for you, I am willing to go through something that I'd hate going in the first place. When it's you, every ‘no’ will eventually turn into a ‘yes’. For me, you are something and everything all at the same time.
I’d learn your language in all the ways I can.
May it be your silent days and annoying lines. May it be your awkward laughs and unexpected sighs. May it be your ridiculous mannerisms and absurd teasing styles. Then so be it. I’m open arms to hugging all of that. Your language is something that I’d love to learn for ages.
Be it as it may, but I love you. Your language; your entirety.
