I love you

I really never knew how to tell you this. I never understood when people said that they fell in love, because falling is usually associated with bad things. With death. They should call it Creating Love. Because that's what we're doing, isn't it? We're creating memories. Memories that beg to be shared, to be told. That's what happens when I'm with you. I can't stop telling my stories. And that means something. I hope this means something to you. It probably doesn't, though, because you don't like me like that. But that's fine. I never expected that of you. No one did.