I'm so happy you exist.

Have you ever loved someone so much that your very heart shakes at the sight of them?
So much that their pain hurts you more than your own?
So much that not even the most majestic of landscapes compares to how beautiful they are in your eyes?
So much that you'd prefer to find constellations in their freckles than in the stars overhead?

Have you ever loved someone so much that there are no words magnificent enough to express the infinite sunshine that pours out your fingertips and all throughout each strand of your hair when they take you in their arms and tell you that they love you. And that they will never let you go.
Of course, you could never let them go, either.

Because you love them that much.
Enough to hold on tight and never let go.

People have tried to define love since the beginning of the word itself. Even the dictionary so vaguely describes the most binding and beautiful emotion that human beings have the ability to feel.

Of course, only Shakespeare (and Marcus Mumford) could squeak out words nearly worthy of the discussion of love.

As I read Sonnet 116 at the foot of that bed on that lazy afternoon, it hit me.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

   If this be error and upon me proved,

   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

No one says it like Shakespeare. And in that, he doesn't even say what it feels like, only what it is: 

Everlasting. Limitless. Eternal. Infinite.

Have you ever loved like this?

While I understand that love will "set you free,"
there's no where I'd rather be than locked in your arms.
It's like I'm the bird with and opened cage who chooses to stay inside.
Because you're my home.

"Guess what?"
"I love you, too."