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  • Why do you love me? She sighed.
    I love you because you're you, i love every little thing about you. I love you because there is no scenery as pretty as to look deep into your infinite eyes which i don't ever wanna come out off. In which i would walk even the darkest roads. I love you because when you hug me and tell me what is wrong, no story matches yours, no fairytale can do the justice to your words, i love you because when in confusion your lips pout to touch your nose barely, when in confusion you look at your hands and then spin them through your hairs, i love you because if there was any person i've chosen for myself is you. I love you because the dark sky above is jealous of your black eyes. I love you as you bite a doritos and the squeaking sound of your bite is better than any other music. I love you when you curl your lips into a smile and i see angels all around which bow down to you, i love you when you curl fingers across your hair and try to concentrate on your exam prep, there is no other woman who would match the angelic glow on your face, i love you as you hug me and rub my back with one hand, slowly kissing my lips with your thumb on my cheeks, saying 'its gonna be fine' rubbing your thumb over my cheek. I love you because of the colouring cheeks of yours as i tease you. I love you because if i've ever found peace some where it was between your strong arms. I love you when you smile through everything and act strong saying you're afraid, you look so damn adorable, i love you because as you untie your hair the darkest of nights wince in jealousy, the warm air you exhale flavours the halls of gods heavens and i love you because the fear in your eyes for not doing the 'wrong' yet being worried about is mesmerising. I love you as you put your make up on and ask me 'how do i look?' Placing a hand on your cheek and how i fell in love with those gestures. I love you when you hug me so tight and then push me away but we always end up making out. I love you because i'll not find a heart like yours, a soul like your. I love you in the moments of nervousness as you would speak to me, rubbing your hands, oh so sad,     when you know you're gonna end up crying. I love you because you always detach your lips from mine telling me you love me and then kissing me harder and more passionately. I might never go out of reasons why i love you, 
  • But i only love you because you are you.

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