Remember when you asked me why I love you and I couldn’t exactly explain? Of course you’re beautiful, even far beyond beautiful. And you’re a good kisser, too. Also you’re a passionate lover, and our minds are quite alike. But I think… I think it’s the little things that made me fall for you, and still do, every day, over and over again. I think it’s hidden in the way you talk about your friends, or how you’re late for work every morning, but never forget to kiss me before you leave. I think it’s because we both know I cook like shit and often my dishes taste like baked air with salt and pepper, but you shove it in until the very last bite and look at me and say “Thank you darling”, and be genuinely grateful for it. Or maybe it’s because you know that certain simple things that seem so easy for other people, require so much effort for me. You see through me and allow me to grow. It’s in your kind attitude towards strangers, it’s in the graceful and peaceful manner you approach my family with. You fill up a room with your bubbly spirit, yet never demand too much space. It’s how your voice floods into a high pitch when you’re finally able to play with your cats again. It’s not only your body, but the elegance you move it with. Not just your beautiful face, but the way in which it exposes the depths of your soul by just a subtle twitch or a hurting smile. It’s in the way your hand seeks mine at night, after a long silence, when we turned our back towards each other. Or maybe… Maybe I just love all those things because someway, somehow we just found one another and it really just doesn’t matter, because darling I love you, and literally nothing in the world could change my mind.
