I love him. I hope he knows how much. He has such a beautiful smile. I appreciate the sweet kisses he gives me & the goofy times we share. Cat in the wall eh!? I see him for all that he is: his likes, dislikes, characteristics, so forth.. I love it all. I hope he loves me the way I love him.

As said in Captain Corelli’s Madolin:

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.

We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

I am his.