I love you inevitably.
Just as sure as the sun rises in the east.
I love you unfailingly.
And without a doubt.
Because there is no other way to love you.
In all your flaws,
I find utter perfection.
That they make you more of a man.
More than anyone else.
Your insecurities. And depressions.
All of them I desire.
Not for myself. But for you.
For I know that without your anxieties,
And curses of hate,
And thoughts of dreadful nights,
That scream into the void and oblivion,
I would not have loved you
Just as I do now.
I love you with all intentions
Of keeping you for myself.
Who,
in his sane mind,
would want to let go?
In all your pain,
Mistrust and paper cuts,
These that make you who you are

I love you.

And that is all.