| And, don't you know that I love you? I love you, because I hate Taco Bell, and I can't be around my ex-best-friend. I love you, because every time I see a Mac store, I take a picture, and I know anyone can take a picture of a Mac store, but I take a picture, and it's my dedication to you. My, I-will-see-you-later, if I take this picture. And, I love you, because I still sleep with Luca, and because, every time I see something funny, you're the first one I want to tell. I love you, because our hands fit well together, and because, your freckles are like the stars that we put up on my ceiling. I love you, because I wear dresses, and I take pictures, in hopes that you will steal my phone, and think I look beautiful. And, I love you, because certain words remind me of you, and certain songs, I cannot listen to, and because, the stars look beautiful, tonight. I love you, because I know there are other people out there; Other people that would be better for me, other people that aren't manwhores, but, our kissing styles align, and our emotions align, and the way that you move against me... It aligns. I love you, because I can fall into your arms, and I could stay there forever, and there is like a haze over my head, and anything that is going badly in my life is fixed, in those few seconds, and because, you don't even know how you repair my heart. I love you, because my voicemail password is part of your phone number, and I don't know how to change it. And, I love you, because you never had McDonald's apple pies, before me, and because, you're cute in public places, and know exactly how to drive me crazy. I love you, because you break the rules, but I'm hoping you don't break my heart. I love you, because you cuddle with me, even when we're with your guy friends, and because, I love when we get lost together. And, I love you, because you clean my glasses for me, and can't spell the word Spanish, and because, we washed dishes together. I love you, because we make-fun of eachother, and you and I aren't perfect, or anywhere close, but, because you told me that we're perfectly unperfect. And, I might have been looking for that. I love you, because we're racist, sometimes, and perverted, and yet, you bring out the best in me. I love you, because we're not the same, but we're similar, and we fight, and you're so complicated, and frustrating, and I love our differences. And, I love you, but, it doesn't mean that I'll always love you, or that you are drowning, or that you have to do anything, at all. I love you, because you can't commit, and you make life brighter for me, and I secretly love it when you don't shave, and it makes me feel like I'm eighty, and we've been married for years and years, and now, eat jello in front of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, together, when I lecture you on it. I love you, and I'm not expecting it to go anywhere, and I'm not waiting for us to watch clouds on cloudless-days, and I don't want any flowers in my locker, or kisses on my broken toes, but I just want you to know that love, a love like mine for you, exists. It's there, and it's real, and it's always there, not just on every other Tuesday, or days when I feel like loving you, but it's always there, because I can feel it, and I know it, and when I look into your eyes, and when our bodies are molded together, after a second of touching, and we need no adjusment, I know. I know, and I know, and I know, but I'm not expecting you to. I love you, but it's not a fight, or a prison, or even, a cuddle in your bed. It's the way I run my fingers through your hair, when you lay your head in my lap, and the way, sometimes, I don't think we'll ever have enough time to say all the things we want to say, and the way memories upon memories replace other memories in my head of you, because there are so many good ones. I love you, because, it's always been you, for me, and this is honest, and raw, and I'm thinking Taylor Swift, but you set me free.
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