Miluji te

The translation is the same. Maybe a few words change, but the meaning remains. As far as I know, the only language to pass your lips with fluency is English. But would you actually be able to see past those unfamiliar words and understand this- this thing that’s so important, so painful, so beautiful that no language on this planet can enclose it in words, make it something you can understand?

Ik hou van jou

You have no idea how it eats at me. It gnaws at my insides until they’re bruised and raw. It hurts, it hurts so horribly you can’t possibly understand, and at the zenith of the pain there is this beauty and happiness I can’t describe. Tell me, when was the last time you felt that pain so immense that it melted to pleasure?

Je t’aime

And I would endure that pain until my mind decayed and I went insane if it meant you’d follow me into the darkness of insanity. If you’d rot with me, I would dig the hole myself. I’d endure every torture, every ounce of pain if it meant you’d have the guts to do it with me. Because then, sugar, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Ani ohevet atah

It’s so cliché, so sugary, my teeth are rotting. Does that make you happy? I wonder that sometimes. I wonder if you’re just flattered to know that somebody feels this way about you. Or does it mean anything? Has anything ever meant something to you, or are you engulfed in that indifference you always shroud yourself in?

Ti amo

You make me so angry sometimes. Sometimes I’m so consumed by this feeling that it warps, it changes into something ugly and hateful and- and I just hate you because you’re so God damn blind. Can’t you see me? No, can’t you see this?! Can’t you see I’m the only one in this whole God damn place who really means it when they tell you they care for you? That they don’t want you to get hurt? Everyone else loves you for the stupid things that could easily change. And trust me sugar, they’ll change. And when everyone else is gone, I’ll be here, waiting.

Ja Cie Kocham

It’s…silly, almost. Here we are, so young, and yet there is no time in the world enough for this. I’d give an arm and a leg for the time alone with you I missed, the time I messed up, those times when I needed you so badly and you warmed me from the inside out with that smile I rarely ever saw or that laugh I almost never heard. And, God, I miss you so badly because you’re never fucking here anymore. One or two glances a week can’t satiate me. Baby, you owe me time, so please, please, God, pay up.

Ich liebe dich

Please, tell me it’s superficial. That this is barely lingering on the surface. You probably think that. I honestly wouldn’t know what you think, since you never let me crack open that skull of yours and see how your brain really works. You only let me see glimpses of it and baby, what I saw was beautiful. I want to tell you how beautiful you are, how beautiful that pretty little head of yours is. And I want to hold, grasp you tightly by your shoulders and just scream at you what I’m trying to say.

Te amo

Do you hear what I’m saying, baby? I’ve been saying it all along. Have you taken the time to listen?

Kimi o ai shiteru

And maybe I’ll really say it this time. Maybe I’ll actually part my lips when we meet again and let you know. You’re beautiful, sugar. I mean this.

I love you