You are curled beside me now, your chest rising in that slow, steady rhythm that calms me without trying. The afternoon sun slips through the curtains and lands across your fur, and the light seems to linger there as if it knows it has found its favorite place. My hand rests on you and I feel the quiet beat of your heart. It is warm and certain, a pulse I never take for granted. I ask myself, how much do I love you?
I love you in colors the world has not named yet, shades that live between your steady gaze and my heartbeat. I love you more than the first breath of spring after a long winter, more than the way starlight rests on the water at night. You are my spring. You are my stars.
I love you the way flowers love sunlight and the way oceans lean toward the moon. It is complete, natural, and without hesitation. You have given me a love so pure it feels like magic and so perfect it feels like a miracle I get to hold every day.
Colors are brighter because of you. Music sounds sweeter. Even silence feels like poetry when you are sleeping in my arms. You turned my ordinary life into something extraordinary, like pages from a fairy tale I never thought I would live. And every morning when those eyes meet mine and your nose presses into my hand, the story begins again.
You fill my heart so completely that there is no room for anything but joy. You are my four legged angel and my sweetest dream come true. You are proof that miracles have a heartbeat and that love can be both fierce and gentle.
How much do I love you? I love you the way the universe loves its stars, infinitely and with wonder that never fades. You are sunshine in my soul, music in my heart, and the most beautiful chapter in the story of my life.
I love you beyond measure, beyond words, beyond every beautiful thing I have ever known.
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