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he asked me why i love you so much. i don't have an answer. should i? if i had one, would it still be love?
i love the way you treat me. i love the way you're so honest with yourself and me and everyone else. i love the way the sun makes your hair kindof reddish, sometimes, you know? like mine, but a slightly more auburn shade. less blonde. i love the careful way you use your strength. i love the way you smell. i love the way people light up light fireworks when you're around. how you're so kind to people and kinder to the young and the old and the disabled and the Different.
he asked me, "why not go on a few dates or something?" he told me he had friends. plenty of people would want to be with someone like me. why not? because i love YOU. why not? because you listen when i speak. you make me see that speaking is worth it. that i have things to say even when i feel like a nothing. like a collection of somethings wrapped into a marionette that says and does the right things. because not even he considers the possibility that i'm right and he's wrong when it matters most to me. because not even he stands firm enough to tell me when i'm wrong and he's right like you do. you make me emotional, authentic. you call me out when i deserve it. because you treat me with respect. because you aren't afraid to be too much or too rough.
because you don't expect anything the way that i don't expect anything. because you and i both have that same, silly, foolish little goal of making sure people like us don't have to stay stuck in poverty and abuse and i could search the whole world over and find a dozen people almost exactly like you and they still wouldn't be you.
because when i met you, i didn't like myself. and now i do.
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