I love her
I love her.
She sometimes asks me why I do, and I don’t really know how to respond. It’s like giving a 10-year-old $500 and then setting them free in Toys R Us, they’d have no idea where to start spending their new found money… or at least I know I wouldn’t if I were that 10-year-old.
Today is our 6month anniversary, and for the past 6 months, I’ve been a very lucky guy. I don’t even think “lucky” is the right word, I’m blessed. She truly has to be a gift from God, cause there is no way any normal girl would put up with all my imperfections the way that she does.
She knows that I’m a bit uptight every now and then, so she looks me in the eyes and tells me to relax.
She knows I mumble from time to time, so instead of pretending to know what I’m saying, she tells me to stop mumbling and speak clearly.
She knows that I complain after a long day of class, and rant about all the work I have to do. So she tells me to stop complaining and feeling sorry for myself, and to just do what I have to do.
As harsh as she may be from time to time, she does these things because she loves me. She wants me to relax so I can feel better and enjoy myself. She wants me to stop mumbling so she can hear what I’m saying and offer some advice. She wants me to stop complaining and feeling sorry for myself so I can move forward and be successful.
Sometimes I really don’t know what I did to deserve someone as smart, funny and beautiful as her. Sometimes I just sit and look at her, thinking that it must be some sort of wonderful dream to be this close to someone like her. Well if it is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up, cause life without her would be a nightmare.
I love her.