3 words, 8 letters

I'm looking at you. The window is rolled down and the air's blowing in, making your hair dance. The noon sun is caught on the corner of your glasses. Your eyes are fixed on the road but your mind is somewhere else. You're talking but I'm not really hearing the words you speak, just listening to the music of your voice.

Close your eyes. I love you. Can you feel it? I hope so because something so tremendous could never be said so succinctly. Those three little words can't contain - can't express - this feeling. I don't think any words can, and for a writer that's something like a tragedy.