Someday, you'll understand that you're out of my league. Someday you will know why it is that I'm so amazed with you. You are so special, I hope you see that.
I think that if I could imagine someone for myself, someone with every tiny thing in order, he'd pale in comparison to you. You're becoming my best friend, and on top of that, you're becoming the most important person I've known.
I like your honesty. I like the freckle on your lip, and the way you take little things from conversation and turn them into something special. I like your nervous habits. I like when you're embarrassed. I like the idea of getting to know you. I like the fact that you're mine. I like it when you kiss my cheek when I am supposed to be slumbering. I like curling up next to you. I like the butterflies you give me, at least a million times a day. I like your bizarre explanations for everyday events/things. I like thinking about you, and I like how when I am with you, I am happy.
I used to think finding the "right" person for you was about convenience. I used to think it was just whoever happened to go to your high school, or frequent your place of employment, that you could make that person into Prince Charming. I used to think that you love who you choose to love.
But I'm finding that illogical, impossible things are more of a factor than I could've ever imagined.
And I like that. A lot.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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