Why do I love you? a simple question really, but yet, the answers that comes to my mind are all fuzzy and intangible. Like a tangled ball of yarn or a busy city block. Words are lost needles between the biggest pile of haystacks, or a matching sock after laundry day. It's indescribable! comparable to the miracle of a sunrise or the mystery of life itself. I don't mean to sound overly dramatic but, I just want to stress the overwhelming emotions that takes over me, whenever I think about how blessed I am, to have the opportunity to live a life with your effervescent existence. To put it more in shallow words; I guess it's the way you look at me with your pretty, pretty face, that I could never get tired of looking at, or how your eyes glimmer in the sunlight. that beautiful smile that strikes a chord in my heartstrings every time. Your scent that lingers in my senses even after you left the room, your touch, the taste of your kiss. Your sense of humour, your laughter, how you find my dry jokes funny, your love of art, and your scholar like intelligence and the tenderness of your heart, not just towards me but, to other people as well. You're always caring, always attentive and always generous. You are the most humble person I've ever known, I love your gentle soul and your belief in God. You are the absolute definition of empathy. And the way I feel around you, is more than enough for me to love life to the fullest, and to look forward to more days spent with you. As much as I want to describe you in words, somehow I still feel that they seem to flow out cold and flat. Words can't justify the way I feel about you. I suppose you can call it fate, or destiny, typical words that any romantic fool would say. I don't care much about clichés, and I know it sounds hypocritical but, I guess to answer that question in the most simplest manner, is like this: "I just do..."