And If You Ask Me Why I Love You, This Is What I’d Say…

love; An inexplicable emotion, unique to each and yet difficult to describe. But the part below will express my feelings better if you ask me why I love you.

Someone once asked me why I love you and I couldn’t quite say it. How would you describe the way having someone in your life makes you a better version of yourself?

How do you find the words to say, in a world full of confusion and chaos, the only thing that makes sense is one person.

So, if you asked me why I love you, this is what I would say…
I fell in love with you like the way we sing songs. At first he refused the unfamiliar, then every word was repeated and I couldn’t stop it.

I love you just because I’m supposed to.
Because you know my secrets, those few ears hear.

I love you because you know my fears and stand by me as I face them.
For the dreams you believe in, even when I have my doubts.

I love you because you can tell me with one look, what kind of day I’m having.
Because you tell in one word, if something is wrong.

I love you for accepting every flaw and building my strength.
Because you know my past, but dance with the Skelton I hide in my closet.

And if you ask me why I love you, that’s what I’ll say…
And if you ask me why I love you, that’s what I’ll say…
I love you because you told me to call, and you know how to get under my skin.
But I love our ability to forgive each other and always find our way back.

I love you because you know me better than I know myself.
Because you stand by me, even when we’re miles apart.

I love how we can get away, but still go together.
Because you respect me, by doing so you taught me to respect myself.

I love you for every laugh that makes me smile to tears.
Because you’re wiping away any tears, you never caused them in the first place.

I love you because you make me feel like the most beautiful woman ever.
How much you protect me.

I love the way you love me too.
For the way our fingers intertwine perfectly.

I love you for every hug and how you always hold me tighter.
Or how you always let me be the one to walk away first.

I love you for every whim.
Whatever you think is a defect, but I find it beautiful.
Because you understand me in ways I still don’t understand myself.

I love you for every kiss. Every smile. for every laugh. every memory. For all that you are.
And everything you do for me. for better or for worse.

I love you without knowing why or how, all I know is I don’t want to stop.