I love the way you cry when we watch a sad movie, and the way you insist on watching something manly when the movie ends, like boxing or football.
I love it when you write notes to me during the preacher’s sermon in church. Each note always has a piece of your heart in it, and that always makes me happy that I’m the only one who receives them and understands them.
I love the stupid things you say. I love even more that you don’t realize what you said until I start laughing so hard that tears flow from my eyes and I can’t stop.
I love how you can see everything in my heart, you know what I’m thinking about, and you can finish every sentence for me. It’s like I’m a puzzle that’s never put together because I have so many missing pieces, but then you find the pieces and put me together again.
I love the way you sing. Though you’re not very good, you sing anyway with no care in the world for what other people might think.
I love it now, though I hated it then, when you told me that I’m not perfect and that I’m not always right. When you told me that, I felt a sting so deep in my heart that I had never felt before. I never told you about it, because if I had, I know you would have felt so bad and tried to make it up to me. But your constructive criticism helped me and you wouldn’t have realized that you had made it up to me already.
I love the way you have perfect manners. You’d always pulled out chairs and opened car doors for me even when we weren’t dating.
But I simply love you for understanding my most crazy thoughts and for believe I can achieve my wildest dreams. If it weren’t for you I would have given up already.
________________________________________________ I got this idea from a friend. It's kinda based on a true story. [Again, KINDA!!!! lol]