Why do I love him?

I love him because he’s the most wonderful and sweetest guy I have ever known in my entire life. I love him because he’s smart and has a great sense of humor. 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 accepts the real me, imperfections and all, and still appreciates me for who I am. I love him for being my boyfriend and at the same time, a best 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, I love him for offering his shoulder for me to lean on to. 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. 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.