There are some things I need to say
There are some things I need to say, that all boil down to the same conclusion. That I love you.
I love the way you are so often sarcastic but no one ever catches it.
I love the way you get excited by things. Always starts with an “OMG!” and a chain perfectly describing the events follows, so that I get the full picture, as if I was there.
That I love that you are barely five feet nothing. And with that comes the unspoken way that you say that you don’t want help reaching for things. You would always rather try. A strong, independent woman who don’t need no height. And yet you know I’m there, if needed.
I love how you find the brightness in others. The things that they cannot even see themselves. That you see past the flaws that we find we cannot ignore.
I love the way you tuck into any chair. Regardless of the size, your legs must disappear, they cannot dangle.
I love the way you prioritize you. You know how important it is. You know your limits and so you make it a goal.
But I also love the way you care. You show such affection and attention to your loved ones, almost to your own detriment if need be.
I love how tough you are. Almost as if it is in spite of people's expectations. Even in moments of vulnerability, you try to keep it up, a glass wall.
But I also love how you lack a filter with friends. You share what you share because there is no shame in it.
I love how you aren't afraid to drop your anxieties and introverted tendencies to stand up for yourself and others. If no one else will you will, and that amazes me.
I love the way you give me a side eye when I get distracted gazing. Looking at me like “what the heck is this dude doing.”
And I love the way your eyes shine with emotion. Whichever one, brings a light.
I love how you love. Getting to see you give love to others, your family, your pets, it is infectious and makes me feel like I can love more.
These are just a few of the things I feel, that run through my head. These are the things that I will never say to you, because you don't love me the way I love you. And that is okay, despite the pain, because this is the way I get you.
This is the way I get to learn things that make me love you more.
That is worth it.
It has to be.
