I love the warmth of your arms, wrapped tightly around my waist.
I love the light of your smile, especially when it's directed towards me.
I love the way we're always happy in eachothers company.
I love the way our fingers intertwine, and how my hand fits perfectly into yours.
I love your soft lips, and the taste of your tongue.
I love your laughs, your giggles, the way you walk, talk, move.
I love watching your quirkyness, and how you brighten up any room you're in.
I love the way we stare at eachother.
I love the stolen moments during class.
I love the "good morning" texts, and the "goodnight" texts.
I love the smell of your skin.
I love the way you fill the emptiness in my heart, and my life.
I love our phone conversations, even if it seems we spend most of our minutes quietly.
I love how we giggle at the same childish things.
I love our double-standardness, that we go by on-and-off.
I love our inside jokes, even though we may forget some every now and then.
I love the moments in the past that you'll never remember, and the ones I'll never forget.
I love the secrets we keep, because we end up revealing them in the long run.
I love the time we spend, long or short, whether it be in the company of others, or roaming the halls aimlessly, or finding a cozy space on the floor.
I love how we don't bother much when reprimanded, we just smile and confidentially escort ourselves to the principal's office, giggling.
I love how we talk enthusiastically about the future; our future.
I love the way you love me: over-the-top, spontaneously, energetically, sweetly.
I love the way you make me feel: lighthearted, beautiful, adored, speechless; only you can make my heart race the way it does.
In short, I love the way we are.
We feel right.
The perfect amount of everything.
And for the first time, ever,
I feel like I am good enough.
For you; for myself; for the world.

Thank you.
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