Quite simply, because you are special, you’re you, you are completely unique. I have never met anyone like you and I don’t think I ever will. I don’t want to. It’s always been you, since the beginning, and it always will be.
“I just keep it to myself and I try not to cry too loud
I just wanna lay my head on your chest so I’m as close as it gets to your heart
We can fall apart, start over again
Nobody knows me, nobody knows one thing about me
Everyone doubts me
But Imma make it all come true
And I do it for you, I know all about the pain that you go through.”
Quite simply, because you hold nothing back from me. You have to know that every single raw emotion and thought that you share with me, be it happy, loving, sad or at times even incredibly ugly is what has drawn me closer to you than any other human being I have known in my entire existence. Honest and real is all I’ve ever wanted and needed and that is how you have become my entire world.
Because I don’t just love you, I like the fuck out of you too, a lot, as a person. And there are very few people, as you know, that I actually genuinely like. And I like you the most. You’re my favorite.
Because I want to write stories with you, all of them, for the rest of my days. I want to discover you, discover us, word by word, sentence by beautifully written sentence, page by wondrous page. I want to write histories and futures as they unfold to fill book upon book with tales of happily ever after because for the first time in all of my days, I believe there is such a thing.
Because there are literally a thousand reasons why I love you. The greatest part of that is that I haven’t even discovered them all yet.