āfor the man that will one day ask me why i love him so much. the real question i have to ask is why do you love me so much? what is it about me that twists all the right knobs? c'mon, tell me, butter me up. iām insecure and i want to be loved by you. please? okay, okay, sorry. iāll tell you why i love you first, itās fair. get ready to watch me become a poet again, just for you. why do i love you so much? the simple answer is that i just do. but that isnāt a real answer is it? itās not that i love you because you love me, no, iād love you if you just liked me. it would be more painful, but i loved you well before we ever met. i knew your heart so well when i was young. whenever another man broke my heart, iād whisper to myself āhis heart didnāt feel rightā and i didnāt know what"right" was meant to feel like, i just knew that iād know when it came along. so when you came along, i felt right. you felt right. we felt right. and for some odd reason, you loved me too. i love you because you remind me that i am capable of love. i love you because you know how little i like sleeping at 9 pm when i could be up doing something new. i love you because youāve never given up on me. i love you because loving you feels like finally finding your favorite pillow again. i love you because you sing along to my shitty music. we fight. but when we fight, we are fighting for each other, not against each other. i love you for that. i used to believe in that idealistically perfect type of love, fairytales and happy endings. you proved to me that love could be imperfect and still be everything i ever craved. you never needed to be perfect to be perfect for me. i love you, just because i do. iām sorry, my words can never do you justice. now you tell me, why on earth do you love me so much?ā
ā From one insecure lover to another. |(Morsus Engel)|















