You love something. Dearly. it is your every thought, every breath, every idea, compliment, your sunshine and moonlight. You love this thing very dearly but, you can describe that to it. You're stuck in a tight spot. In between the couch cushion that's too small to fit your body yet somehow you got stuck there. You love it; It knows you do, but not to the full extent. You are unable to express all of your love. Maybe that's a good thing? Forever containing too much love and not enough expression, so as to not run out? Perhaps? However, as of now, all you know is you love this thing sincerely dearly, and there's not enough expression to represent that.