Tough question. I don't even know how or where to begin. I'm not sure if I could possibly find the right words to express what or how much I feel for him, let alone explain why I love him. I don't believe the English language has all the words I would need.
Why do I love him? I guess I just do.
I love him just because.
I love him just because that's the most natural and possible thing to do.
I love him.
I love him because he's the most incredible, wonderful, amazing and fantastic guy I have ever known in my entire life.
I love him because he's sweet, charming, smart, witty, and has a great sense of humor.
I love him because he's so cool he's hot.
I love him because he makes me smile.
I love him because he makes me laugh.
I love him because he makes me happy.
I love him because he's the one and only guy who has ever made it through my wall and seen right through my mask.
I love him because he accepts the real me, imperfections and all, and still appreciates me for who I am.
I love him for being my friend.
I love him because I could be whatever I want to be in front of him.
I love him because we could talk about anything and everything under the sun.
I love him because I feel safe when I am with him.
I love him because we are comfortable with each other.
I love him for giving me a helping hand when I had to pick myself up, but couldn't.
I love him for offering his shoulder for me to lean on to when I had to be strong, but wasn't.
I love him for telling me not to drink too much alcohol, then pretending to be mad at me when I did drink too much.
I love him for telling me not to stay up too late at night because it wasn't good for my health.
I love him for texting and sending me sweet and mushy messages.
I love him for those times when he would call or text me just when I was thinking of calling or texting him, when I was feeling down, or when I was missing him, like he has gone psychic all of a sudden.
I love him for the kilig moments we had.
I love him for always making me feel better, about myself and life in general.
I love him for making me feel special.
I love him for making me feel loved. But most of all,
I love him for making me feel.
I love him for making me realize that I am capable of feeling this way and this much for someone.
I love him for making me feel alive.
So, why do I love him?
I love him because he's all of these and more. So much more.
I love him because he's everything. He's everything... but mine.
Why do I love him? I guess I just do.
I love him just because.
I love him just because that's the most natural and possible thing to do.
I love him.
I love him because he's the most incredible, wonderful, amazing and fantastic guy I have ever known in my entire life.
I love him because he's sweet, charming, smart, witty, and has a great sense of humor.
I love him because he's so cool he's hot.
I love him because he makes me smile.
I love him because he makes me laugh.
I love him because he makes me happy.
I love him because he's the one and only guy who has ever made it through my wall and seen right through my mask.
I love him because he accepts the real me, imperfections and all, and still appreciates me for who I am.
I love him for being my friend.
I love him because I could be whatever I want to be in front of him.
I love him because we could talk about anything and everything under the sun.
I love him because I feel safe when I am with him.
I love him because we are comfortable with each other.
I love him for giving me a helping hand when I had to pick myself up, but couldn't.
I love him for offering his shoulder for me to lean on to when I had to be strong, but wasn't.
I love him for telling me not to drink too much alcohol, then pretending to be mad at me when I did drink too much.
I love him for telling me not to stay up too late at night because it wasn't good for my health.
I love him for texting and sending me sweet and mushy messages.
I love him for those times when he would call or text me just when I was thinking of calling or texting him, when I was feeling down, or when I was missing him, like he has gone psychic all of a sudden.
I love him for the kilig moments we had.
I love him for always making me feel better, about myself and life in general.
I love him for making me feel special.
I love him for making me feel loved. But most of all,
I love him for making me feel.
I love him for making me realize that I am capable of feeling this way and this much for someone.
I love him for making me feel alive.
So, why do I love him?
I love him because he's all of these and more. So much more.
I love him because he's everything. He's everything... but mine.
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