Admission

Yes, I love you. I love you so much I can hardly stand it.

You make it hard to breathe.

How many languages must I learn to convey this to you?

Eight? Ten? Twenty-five? A thousand?

Are there even enough letters in all the various alphabets to begin to explain it to you?

How many times am I going to let these words die on my tongue?

Twice? Three times? A million?

Mən səni sevirəm.

Je t'aime.

Saranghae.

Te amo.

Aisheteru.

I love you.