The Way I Love You
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The Way I Love You

It's almost terrifying.

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The Way I Love You

I love you more than I thought it was ever possible to love another human being. I love you in the smallest, most insignificant way there is to love someone and also in the grandest way imaginable. I love you in the way that I love running around in the pouring rain or in the way that I love eating my weight in chocolate and ice cream. I love you like the way I love getting my paycheck every other Friday and the way that I love taking a long, hot shower after a hard day. I love you like I love watching the leaves change color in the fall or like the way I love the first snow of the season. I love you in a way that makes me want to drag you outside on crazy adventures.

But I would also be content laying around with you all day every day. Some days I love you in a way that makes me want to tell you all of my secrets and not stop talking until I run out of breath or we pass out. But sometimes, I love you in a way that makes me want to sit in complete and utter silence just looking at you with a goofy smile on my face. I love you in a way that makes it OK for me to say and do stupid things because I know that they don’t really matter And in a way that makes it perfectly OK for you to fart or throw up or pick your nose in front of me because I will never see you as anything less than perfect.

I love you in that steal your jacket, jump on you when you’re sleeping, watch you pee kind of way that is totally weird but also just kind of feels right. I love you in a way that goes beyond anything physical that we could ever have. In a way that makes me look into your eyes long enough to see something behind them. The way that makes me want to listen to your music and lay around with you naked while we talk about our dreams. The way that makes me want to know absolutely everything about you.

And, I might not want to admit it all the time, but I love you in a big way. A way that makes me see a future with you. I love you in the way that makes me think of sharing a house, cooking dinner together and walking around in our underwear all of the time just because we can. The way that makes me see a big house and a backyard full of all of our dogs, and I see your stupid face every damn morning and night for the rest of my life. I see us sharing a life and hitting milestone after milestone until we’re too old to remember anything but the fact that we love each other.

Yeah, I love you like that. Whether I say it out loud or not, I love you in a way that makes me absolutely terrified because anything could happen at any moment that could make it go away. But, I love you in a way that makes me feel safe. The way that I love you right now is enough for me to do anything. I know that I can trust you more than I can trust myself. I love you enough to let you take care of me all night long when I know I can’t take care of myself. I love you enough to throw caution to the wind and just let myself love you as much as I do because I have no doubt in my mind that you are going to catch me (you know, after you pretend not to). I love you more than you will ever know and far more eloquently that I can ever scribble down into words. It’s scary, but I have a feeling that I’m going to feel like this forever.

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