Because … peanut butter.
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 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.
I want you. I need you.
Because, quite simply, it feels as if we’ve known each other forever, even from that first day almost. And there is something magical about that.
Because of heat and melting into puddles, bed spa pool things and sleepovers. You’re so silly and I love that I can be as silly with you.