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A Love Letter

A Love Letter, … really ??

And no, it’s not to myself.


“I love the way you look at me. I love that you can’t help but smile when I look back at you. I love that you laugh and say ‘what?’. I love the way you SEE me. I love that things are so simple and easy with you. I love how confident you are in yourself and in us. Nothing is every a question with you, you know what you want and you go after it… and you get it. I love that I can tell you anything and you don’t judge me. You see me for who I really am, and never try to change me. You think all my flaws are cute. I love that I’m completely myself and comfortable around you. I love that you pursued me, and came back for me… more than once. That you came to see me even if it was ‘just for 10 minutes’. I love that no matter what happens you only want me to be happy. I love that you want to take care of me and protect me. I love that you want to try to figure out what I like before I tell you. I love that you flew 4,905 miles to see me, and didn’t think twice about it, or act like it was even an option. I love your excitement for life and every little thing. Your childish outlook and the fact that you can have fun no matter what you are doing or where you are. I love how true to yourself you are, and to your heart. And you follow what feels right and never look back. I love that you can admit when you’re wrong. And your misspellings when you text me. I love that you’re never embarrassed about who you are or anything else. How you grew up, is you and what made you. I love that you do everything you can to make me not worry. I love that you can fix anything, physical or non. That you work your fucking ass off. You’re good at everything you do, and sharing it with everyone around you, in a genuine way. I love that you drive a truck and look damn hot in it.

I think it’s sexy that you chew. I love that you exaggerate everything. I love that you actually remember things that I tell you, even when I don’t remember them. Your eyes sparkle when you look at me and when you talk about things you are passionate about. I love that you think I’m cute no matter what… even when I don’t shower. Even when I’m stressed and worried and crazy. I love when you hold both sides of my face and kiss me. I love that you think it’s funny that I think I’m funny. And that I can make you laugh even when you are laughing at me. I love that you make me break all my rules. I love a lot of other things that aren’t appropriate to mention. I love that you don’t put up with my bullshit. I love that we can go into a convenient store, have fun and include everyone around us. I love when you say ‘Oh my God you’re so ridiculous’. I love your vampire canines.

I love the fact that I never thought I’d find anyone who loved me so much… again, and I did. The fact that you aren’t even shaken up or intimidated by my past. I love how easily you fit into my family like you’ve always been there. That it seems like I’ve known you my whole life. I love that sweatpants, and camo and no makeup are totally acceptable. That I can put my dirty feet up on the dashboard of your truck and it’s sexy, to you. How giddy and goofy I can be around you. I love that you’re younger than me but way more mature… in the important ways. I love that you can cook… and you always want to bring me breakfast in bed. I love listening to Country Music with you and driving around in your truck. And that I knew I was falling for you when you looked over at me and handed me your coffee. I love how cute and nervous you were the first time you said you loved me.

I love how it’s all so easy and simple…

I love that I tried my hardest not to fall for you, not to see you, not to want to be with you… and it fucking happened anyway.”

FYI : Even though this is a Love Letter… it’s subject to change. And I still technically hate you.



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