When I wake  up at 4am,
I love that it's your arms that wrap around me.
I love when your fingers brush softly against my skin,
attempting to soothe me.
I love how you always kiss me before you leave, whether I'm asleep or awake.
I love that I'm more comfortable getting dressed in front of you
than in front of my mirror.
When I have a rough day, I love coming home to you sitting on the couch and just be able to straddle hug you for 15 minutes.
My mood always changes instantly when I see your face.
I love that.
I love how you always bring out the best in people, especially me.
I love how much trust we have in each other.
I love how protective and jealous you get when it comes to me.
Sometimes I act annoyed, but it actually makes my heart melt.
I love that I can never actually be mad at you.
I just act like it because I have to seem tough sometimes when it comes to you.
I love that you give me the shirt off your back to wear to bed every night.
It still has your warmth.
The scent that still lingers on it engulfs me, and make me feel so safe.
I love that.
I love that we both have big dreams.
Our families both think that we are wasting our time, money, and effort.
They believe will never get to where we want to be.
They think it's impossible.
But it's okay.
We don't need them.
We believe in each other.
We support each other, pick each other up, and push each other a little bit harder.
I love that.
You told me you loved me 3 months ago.
And I still haven't said it back.
But you continue to tell me it multiples times a day.
I know you know how I feel,
you have to.
I love that you haven't rushed me.
You have been so patient with me.
I love everything about you,
I'm so in love with you.
I'm just scared to tell you.