"I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do... I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
I love you
Your mood swings drive me up the wall.
Your temperaments could put the tropical season to shame, leaving me baffled and speechless, to the point of feeling blank.
But it makes me feel, nonetheless; driving me to a consciousness of such sensitivity I never thought I could even grasp, let alone have and take to heart.
I love you
I see your anger at first glance but I witness the passion behind your gaze.
You turn your back at me and I begin to feel your sentiments behind your angst.
What little understanding I thought to be so great turns out to be just a blur against your need to be understood.
What little patience I thought to be a mile long, turns out to be a mere grain of sand against you unspoken plea.
I love you
You pick on my little flaws and make fun of my clumsiness, but always with your twinkling eyes.
You laugh at my silly remarks and never tire of bantering with me, but always with your dimpled smile.
You put my wit to shame and dismiss my mundane ramblings without the slightest regard, and yet it humbles me.
I love you
That unspeakable lack of interest -- you rarely speak of your past and your quiet and unassuming stance, seemingly unperturbed, never fails to intimidate me, putting a halt to all my questions.
That stubborn silence of yours detours my prying glare, making me feel like I know nothing about you.
But what little thing I may know about you surprisingly seems to be enough for me to accept you wholly.
I love you
You rarely hold my hand. But I haven't failed to notice that your arms are always open and waiting for me to cling onto.
You show no interest in letting the world know that I am yours and yet you haven't failed to make me feel safe and secured behind closed doors.
I love you
The way you prepare things for me;
The time you find to tidy everything around me;
The way you seem not to know or even care much with whatever is going on with me and yet keenly observe and remember my movements and words.
I love you
I thought I was already good enough, a better person for myself. But there are remarkable moments when you become the wall I slam into. And suddenly I realize I haven't really done much, that there is still more that I could do to make things better.
I love you
Little by little I grow up, wanting more and more to learn and become a better person.
Slowly I realize, reasons are not enough to love, and decisions are only a stone-throw away to make or break all that there is.
Time, rather, is of no consequence because the choices can afterall be so unforgiving.
I love you
Not just because you dobut because I do.





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