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and I dont have any fancy words for you, nothing pretty, no rhymes, just something plain, simply I love you, wrapped and packaged like every other I love you you've ever heard, and I expect it to do the job of encompassing all of this that I feel inside but those 3 words fail to convey the intensity of these feelings; in my eyes theyre too flimsy, used too loosely, too generally applicable, and besides, the word 'love' may not even properly correspond to the speed of the beat in my chest when I'm next to you, the heat in my fingertips upon brushing your skin, it may not correspond to the sense of the blood flow rushing through my veins upon remembering your scent, so I may only hope that using the phrase serves to reconstruct at least a small piece of what I feel, "love," a common symbol that we both know the name of, can latch onto to attempt to come to some mutual agreement of meaning to represent what is not representable by language or comprehendible to man and his science, philosophy, or psychology.