In the course of our day long conversation, Mr. Man asked me a question. First I was like 'Da faq'! OK. No, I wasn't. I've just really wanted to say that. Never mind that it is not out loud. I said it, nevertheless. Hihi!
The big question that Mr. Man asked was why I love him. Hmmm.. Allow me to be shallow and first say I love his smile. Yes, that smile. On a more serious note though, I searched for the true answer to this question and I just couldn't find a suitable one.
Babe, I love you for who you are and for who you want to be. I love you because you share your hopes and dreams with me. I love you because you share your fears with me. I love you because you chose me, with all my imperfections. I love you because you say 'we' and 'us' and not 'I'. I love you because I'm the first girl you took to meet your mother. I wont be the only one because you'll take our daughter to her too.
I love you because I can be my true self with you. I love you because I can be weak but you will always be my strength. I love that crease on your brow when I cry. I love how you hold me when we sleep.
Read this:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I love you.
Marie
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