You’re a better person than you realize; you act like you’re cold and jaded toward the world, and you hold the general population in contempt, but when you care about people, you care deeply and you do anything to help them.
You’re brilliant, and smart, and you think about things all on your own that I wouldn’t think of unless I read it in a book or watched a special about it on the Discovery Channel. That’s amazing to me, because when we get into conversations or discussions, you have an entire thought process that I would never have considered, so you make me think about things differently, which is something that no one else I know ever does.
You challenge me; when I’m around you I think harder, I try harder, I care more because I want to be the kind of person that impresses you.
You’re playful, and silly. You’re ticklish and immature and easily amused in all the ways I am. We wrestle and play and act like children together. You fuel my spontaneity, and help me add excitement to everyday life.
You drive my car for me when I’m too tired, too drunk, too distracted playing with the radio or texting.
Sometimes you just look at me, right in the eyes and smile. For those moments, I feel like that most fantastic person in the universe. I don’t usually like myself very much, but at those times… you look at me like there’s something in me worth seeing.
When I’m stressed, and freaking out, and a total embarrassing mess, you deal with me. You calm me down, make me think rationally, and help me find a solution. And what’s really amazing is that you can do this without me ever asking for it. I’ll try to hide my problems from you, because I don’t want to unload my insanity onto you, and somehow you find and alleviate my stress without me even asking for your help.
When I’m around you, just laying next to you, rubbing your back and dozing peacefully makes me feel alive the way that I only feel going on epic adventures with anyone else.
How all you have to do is take my hand and pull me close to you, and I instantly feel like the most gorgeous girl in the room, because you aren’t looking at anyone else the way that you’re looking at me. I can look in your eyes, feel your touch, I know exactly what you’re thinking, and how crazy those thoughts are driving us both.
You don’t dole out meaningless compliments all the time. So when you tell me that I’m cute or anything, I know you mean it.
I would do anything if I thought that it would make you happy, and I would do it gladly. Knowing that I did something right by you makes me feel special, worthwhile. You don’t ask or my help often because you’re too guarded, too proud, too jaded. Still, there are times when I can see through the mask and find a way to be there for you, and I know then that you feel how deeply I love you, and that I’ll be there even when you don’t ask. It’s the look you gave me when you asked me to come stay the night with you before your Grandma’s funeral, and even though you’d never even hinted that you wanted me to come with you, when you hugged me that morning and asked me to attend, I pulled a black dress out of my bag and whispered “I brought it… just in case…” and you told me I was amazing. That was the moment I think we both realized that we understood one another, without words needed.
I have issues. I’ve been cheated on multiple times, and I’ve had my heart broken. You have never been anything but perfect to me, yet you bear the weight of others’ mistakes – I yell at you and I’m suspicious and I keep you at arms length out of fear, trying to protect myself from another heartbreak. But even when I yell at you for something you never did, and assume things that you never intended, you don’t blame me for it. You don’t tell me I’m crazy or call me a bitch or treat me with any contempt. You defend me to people who question why you deal with these issues of mine. You protect me, and you’re determined to win the trust that you never did anything to lose in the first place.
Every now and then you drop these sly, sneaky little hints that let me know that you want me to be a part of your future. We don’t lie in bed and choose names for our children or anything insane like that, but sometimes you talk about your future and include me in it, and I know that you love me, and you want me around more than just temporarily.
Since I met you, every day is better because I know that you’re waiting somewhere in my future.