I love you because you know exactly what to play on Netflix when I complain that there is nothing good to watch. I love you because you know exactly what song to choose in the car when we are on a long drive. I love you because you know exactly what food I want to eat when I claim that I can’t decide on a restaurant. I love you because you know exactly which YouTuber to put on when I need cheering up. I love you because you know exactly what jokes will make me laugh the hardest. I love you because you know exactly what I’m thinking about before I say a single word.
I love you because you know exactly which presents to buy me for the holidays. Presents that I didn’t even know that I wanted before I unwrapped them in front of you. Presents that show you are sentimental. That you care. That you think I matter. That you think I’m worth it.
I love you because you know exactly how my mind works. You know how to explain something to me in a way that I will understand when I’m confused. You know the way that I put things together inside of my head.
I love you because you can list out my favorite colors and cereals and clothing brands without blinking an eye. Because you can name my favorite contestants on reality shows that you have never even watched. Because you keep track of everything I like because you actually care about my interests.
I love you because you know what mood I’m in by the sound of my voice or the words that I’m using while texting you. Because you know the little movements I make when I’m excited and when I’m annoyed and when I’m about to fall asleep.
I love you because you actually pay attention. Because you can point out little habits I have that I never even noticed myself. Because you know me better than I know myself.
I love you because you love every little piece of me — even the dark parts. Even the awkward parts. Even the parts that I have failed to show the rest of the world because you are the only one I trust to see them.
I love you because there aren’t any secrets between us. Because you know everything about me and you haven’t run away scared. You haven’t decided that I have too much baggage for you to handle. You haven’t told me I’m too weird or complicated or difficult to love.
I love you because you are one of the few people in this world who know the real me. You don’t only love the version of myself that I play when I’m out in public and want to make a good impression. You don’t only love the version of myself that I play when I am dressed up and trying hard. You love the real me. And I love you. More than anything.