How do I put to words the feelings I have for you? What can I type that will convey the greatness of who you are and how much I love you? This is only two years, but we have so much longer.
I love the way you look at me, as if I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life, and the most treasured thing you’ve ever held.
I love the way you hold me, the way your arms around me shut out the things I don’t want to think about, how there’s only the two of us in the whole world for just a moment.
I love the way your heartbeat sounds in my ear with my head on your chest. The sound drowns out anything I’m worrying about at the moment and replaces it with comfort.
I love the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you bring me at work, because I know you were thinking about me when you made them.
I love when you laugh at me because I suddenly have to be next to you, even if it’s 2am.
I love waking up next to you, opening my eyes to your eyes.
I love that you can wake me with a kiss; it makes me feel very special.
I love that you’ll do things you don’t really want to do for me, just because you love me.
I’m so thankful you’ve learned to tolerate my cats, and to laugh at me when I tell you I want more.
I love that you worry for me when I have a migraine, and are so careful about not hurting me.
I love how you can pluck me off the floor even if I wanted to stay there.
I love how we can laugh at each other for the stupidest things, but how I never feel stupid when you’re laughing at me.
I love how we have inside jokes that we can continue to laugh at as we grow closer.
You understand what it is to need alone time, and leave me alone when I need it.
I love that you think I’m sexy, and make me feel sexy too. Telling me is one thing, showing me is another.
I love that we’re different in the things we love to do. You have your area and geekness, I have mine. It allows us to remain individuals.
I love how you laugh with me at stupid girls that look the same.
I love how you smile at me when you’re having a bad day. It’s the type of smile that says “I’m having a shitty day, and while you can’t make it great, you’ve just made it decent by being here.”
I love how you tell me I look adorable in your t-shirts.
I love how you surprise me with things that you’ll know I’ll love, but only once in a while, so that I do not expect it.
I love how you call me just to hear my voice, then refuse to hang up.
I love that you think I’m adorable when I’m being girly, even when I think I’m being stupid.
I love that you’ll stand up to your dad for me when he cuts me off in a conversation and doesn’t listen to what I’m saying.
I love that you’ll stay with me when I can’t let you leave, or don’t feel safe.
I love you for these and a thousand other reasons that’ll hit me as I look at you today, but most of all, I love you for you, and I love that you love me for me. Not what I look like, not how I dress, not what I can do for you. Just me.
Happy two years, my heart. Here’s to 50 more just like these.