I Love You Because...

I love your confidence.

I love how you’re not bothered at what others say about you: that you’re too proud, or too snobbish.

I love how self-assurance oozes out of you.

I love your intelligence.

I love how you’re both street- and booksmart.

I love it when you deliver speech and leave everyone listening.

I love your laugh.

I love hearing your infectious giggle. More so when I’m the reason behind it.

I love it when you let out that unique hahaha. When you make me feel like everything’s alright.

I love your fashion.

I love how you don’t care about how you look.

I love it when your polo matches your topsiders as much as when your rubber shoes don’t fit your pants.

I love it when you look casual, average, or sleek.

I love your body.

I loved it the first time I saw it. I still do until now.

I love how it has no bulges of muscles and no trace of fat.

I love how you don’t work for your figure yet remain gorgeous. At least for me.

I love your principles.

I love how you wear it and show it to the world, unfazed.

I love your commitment for change.

I love how you fight for them, for us.

I love your photos.

I love your craving for sharing the unseen, the instants of life only you can capture. Those that speak of poverty and struggle, those that converse of bliss and freedom.

I love your taste for subjects, away from the comforts of the conventional, from the dictates of availability.

I love how you hug me at random moments.

I love your arms around me. When for no reason you embrace me from behind and rest your chin on my shoulder.

I love you.

But I hate you for not knowing it.