Every time I tell them about you, they tell me I don't sound like I am in love.
How can I explain that I used to have a fire inside of me before my tears put it out?

I want you young and angry and vigorous. I want you lost and horny. I want you hormonal and mean. I want you fashionable and careless. I want you sarcastic and apathetic. I want you cold and indifferent. I want you mature and busy. I want you exhausted and consumed. I want you hopeless and repetitive. I want you succeeding and failing. I want you drenching in sweat. I want your solid calves and obvious veins. I want your stamina and desire. I want you trying. I want you curious. I want you miserable and shameful. I want your inner child and spirit animal. I want you faithful and doubtful. I want you clumsy and stuttering. I want your scars and humiliation. I want you sobbing. I want you scared and alone. 
I want you whole. 

Relationship physics

You start as two opposite poles attracting each other so strong the clash leaves you dizzy kissing in the backseat of your car. Your love is too strong you start melting into one another. You start humming songs together and guessing their chuckles and giggles and tantrums beforehand. You are so similar, you lose your polarity. So similar it is time to repel slowly. Far and away.