My love is not easy. I know it's not. She's the most difficult woman I've ever met. She gets under my skin and bugs me only when she's upset or angry. But she gets into my head and my heart all the time. She knows how to make me smile. We feed off of each other. She's happy and I'm happy. I love it when she's happy. I love it when she smiles. Her face lights up and she buries her head into my chest. I love her mole. I love her perfect teeth. I love her eyes. I love her legs and how smooth they are. I love her arms and how they feel wrapped around me. I love her laugh. I love it when she's trying to be obnoxious and she's laughing. I love her hiccups. I love her, and I wish she would realize that we're meant for each other. I wish she would remember that we're soul mates. I love her and I want to show her. I want her to remember how many times we cried. I want her to remember how we laughed. I want her to remember how happy we were and realize that I'm as happy as ever because I have her. I may be jealous but I know that nobody could love her any more than I could. I want her to stop talking to him. I wouldn't be jealous anymore if she did. I know that she wants to be friends with him. But I know he wants more. I don't want him to get more with her. I want him to find happiness with someone else. I want him to be happy without stealing my happiness. But while I remain jealous, he gradually leaches my happiness. I want her to be happy. But I know she can only be happy with me and I with her. I want him to find another woman that he finds love with. His "love" with her is just infatuation unless it is shared by both people. I want her to know that I won't give up hope, because I am hopeful. I'm filled with hope because she loves me as much as I love her. She hugged me goodbye. I do not know what love is if she does not love me. She is my love, and I am ready to tell everyone.
