I remember listening to a Tamil song years ago.
The lyrics translate something like how if all of the clouds were paper and the blue of the sky were ink that’ll not be enough to express love.
I thought it was a hyperbole!
But darling, you. You! You! You!
I wrote my heart in paper before we happened.
I didn’t stop writing when we were together.
Here we are apart again, and I am still writing.
Now I believe those lyrics.
There aren’t enough medium to express love.