I've gotten the honor of getting to know the real you. I don't mean the you you show most other people. I mean your inner-self that you only let very select people see.
I remember when we first started talking and you said I knew more about you and your life than most of your friends and family. That has stuck with me. This is proof that you trust me in a way you haven't trusted many. I am thankful that you've put so much trust into me. I know it’s not always easy letting people in. Especially when you have really high walls up. I know it takes a lot for you to show your vulnerability and open up about your emotions. But I’m so glad you do.
I don’t think you realize how much I care about you. If you do, you’re too stubborn to accept it. I know you’re still surprised when I’m there at your beck and call. I think you’re surprised when I want to hear about your inner-most thoughts. I think it surprises you when I listen to you and don’t judge you for your emotions, past, or insecurities. I think you’re surprised that I’m still here, supporting and loving you, despite all that you’ve shared with me.
Not only have you trusted me with your secrets but also with your authentic self. To most people you come off as an extroverted, loud, don't-give-a-crap woman, but to me it's a bit different.
I get the tear-filled eyes when you talk about something that upset you.
I get your groggy eyes when you first wake up.
I get your honest thoughts on how you feel about things.
I get your 2 am sleepy talking.
I get to see a sensitive side that I know you hide from pretty much everyone else.
I get your heart which I know you've given to absolutely no one.
I get your loving back rubs when I need comfort.
I get your cute hand-holds that happen randomly.
I get your long and tight hugs.
I get you to open up to me, and I know that's not always easy for you to do.
I get you talking to me about how people have hurt you.
I get your adorable serenading.
I get your goofiness.
I get to see your vulnerable side (you read that I wrote this and claimed you're not vulnerable, but later admitted to me you are).
I get to see your insecurities.
I get to see what it's like for you when you fall in love.
I get to see your pupils expand when you look at me.
I get to see your defensiveness.
I get to see your worries, even though you continuously try to hide them from me.
I get your cuddles when I'm sad.
I get your genuine care for me.
I get the soft-spoken side of you.
I get the shy side of you.
I get the romantic side of you.
I get the cute side of you.
Let's be honest, I get the BEST sides of you.
