Hey Yibo.

I'm sorry lately I haven't been able to spend time with you much.

So today I want to tell you why this poem sums up everything that I feel for you.

In ten months together, love is most mad and moonly. Yet it is also the most sane and sunly.

It less ceases to be – https://twitter.com/XIAOZHANX9/status/1320769055993810946

All the sea, which is only deeper than the sea.

But more it cannot die, than all of the sky which is only higher than the sky.

Why is love as the subject so full of contradictions?

If its thicker than forget and thinner than recall, what is it?

A formless thing, sitting in the midst of inbetween. A bubbling contradictions of the strongest emotions, perhaps.

Because in cummings poem, it's described and compared to polar opposites. Even its units of comparison, doesn't make sense, (less never than alive).

So what is love?

In the ten months with you, this poem answere it: contradiction of every feeling possible.

All the extremities, saneness and madness, complexities and irregularities. I have never felt more alive.

Than I have, with you.

Everything I have experienced with you, this love?

It's also unique, one of a kind, something you will only ever be the other person, to receive it

Throughout the poem, Cummings compares love to various benchmarks. But never quite says what it is.

And in ten months, we've had–

An extraordinary journey together.

Something only we have. And where words will never fully come close to describing.

I want to say I love you, but how much of feeling can I weave between the letters? I hope to act it out for you always.

Noticed how the poem doesn't have a title?

Love is also indefinable as it is, self defining (consistently ironic and so). It's an expression of mutual feelings, just you and me.

In the days going forward, I hope to be able to love you, with a love more than love.

@YIBOUNlQ

Also on looking at it again this morning, I've realized how Cummings have compared love to the sea and the sky, the sun and the moon.

Because love is grand too. Vast and wide, and boundless, unlimited by the sky as the limit, bottomless in depth like the trenches of the sea.

It makes me wonder sometimes how such a planet sized feeling can find its residence in a palm sized heart of mine.

But does it really end where my heart is? Or is it in books that we store, photographs, poems, music, that we litter in isolated moments where we exist together...

Just you and me.

I could exist, over and over again. So long lives the words, songs, poetry and these gives life to us.
You and I, our story will be etched in time immemorial.

Let's always save our moments together. In music, in writing, in poetry, in everything.

I want you to always be engraved in my heart, my eternal muse.

Even as I bathe in cliffside pools dealing with the most insurmountable grief, know that I'm never setting off.

No, not without you.