To be in love is a great thing. To feel loved is even greater. I've always been an all-in type of girl. I have never been one to start something without full intent of commitment. But never would I have expected this.
I fell in love with you, and in that time, I finally realized what love was. So here's to you, and the memories we have shared. And here's to the relationship that sets the precedent for all my future loves. Loving you is one of the most consuming things I had ever done. It is the most selfless act I have ever committed. I loved you with all I had, and I wouldn't have wished to do it any other way.
Every single part of who you are made me love you more. The way you laugh, the way you walk and your shyness are only parts of what I love. There are things about you I never could understand, but I loved them anyway. I loved your selflessness and your ability to make me laugh. I loved how even when my world was crashing down around me you made me believe that it would all be okay. And it is all okay because even if for just a moment, I got to love you. I chose to love you. There was not an instance where I fell head over heels without having to think about it. And I think that's why I loved you more than myself. You were the one thing that I put effort into. The first thing I had to love without complete effortlessness. I had to try so hard and that only makes one love deeper. I have never been able to love my own imperfections but somehow I came to love all of yours.
When I couldn't find my own happiness, your happiness became my own. It is hard not to love something so purely when it gave you something to hope for. You are the first person I gave my entire self to. I let you see all my imperfections, and by giving you all of me, I began to love you more than myself. Because you, you became everything I loved of myself and reflected it back on to me. I loved you, not because you were perfect but because you were you. And you are a better version of myself. So I love you more. More than I'd care to admit.
