Expression Is Priceless

The message from me

You ask me-

"Why do you love me"

That question, I almost wanna cry.
You and me that's what I wanna claim. Its you and me supposed to be a team, I love you for you, for all I see in you!
You! I love you!
I don't want nothing from you but the truth. Not just your words or your love- I seek for what you give me and for it all to be real.
Will you show me you-
My friend
My family
My lover
Will you open yourself to me as we continue to learn and grow?
Because that's all I care about for you- to be with you is my miracle but to show me that you- the one I'll adore and admire. . .
You show you, the painful sugarless scars you normally put a cover on-

But ask me why is it I love you, that makes me so willingly want to devote to you so dearly. Ask me things to force me to prove myself to you which I live and lived to do, yea that for all of you!
Love is a thing all people seek for ourselves or in ourselves. That acceptance and safety feeling is key- but what structure of myself should I build myself over you to understand that I'd come to shelter you-
But tell me what is it I always gotta prove to you-
love is an agreement of growth
The trust should be a given. Start out small if needed. But my love for you can't be proven just through that one action you so desperately long for me to do. My love, our love is a growth proven over a lifetime. Our shared lives we as one- build to be unified but still hold authority for ourselves.

So if you ask me again to have me prove to you again before you say you can trust me as all I long for- is the truth from you. I in return shall open myself freely to you-
Hurt me-
Bruise me
Scar me inside and out
If later we separate ways- just know I still thank you either way...