I Love You

Look at her. The way she sits there. Concentrating. Other worldly beauty. Just sitting there in her sweatpants and baggy shirt; slouched over on the couch with her thumb resting on those [sigh] honey drenched clouds she calls lips. [soft laugh] Only she could make angles cry in sweatpants and her messy short mop of hair. The concentrated look on her face as she mindlessly scrolls on her computer. No one would dare brake such a beautiful awe inspiring gaze. But... at the same time... something deep within me wants her attention – that gaze – to be upon me.

[Longingly] The way the corners of her lips crawl up to her cheeks and her eyes glow when she sees something that makes her laugh. And her laugh. [Laughing]Ugh that laugh! Birds only wish to produce something as beautiful as her laugh.

[Sad, disbelief] Oh how I hate how she tugs on her shirt. How she tries to cover her body. Under her already oversized t-shirt. When she looks in the mirror at night and cries, [confortingly] I cry for a whole other reason. [Admieradably] Her beautiful hills and valleys that grace her body take my breathe away. The stripes on her hips and thighs. They guide me across her body. Provide balance and grip when we make love together. But her beauty is so, so much deeper than her skin.

[Disbelief] The way she knows exactly what I need after a long day. Weather it's tea, or time alone or even a night out. The way she looks when I tell her about my day. Like nothing else in the words exists. Like I'm the only thing that ever mattered to her. How she's independent yet she always takes my opinion and thoughts into consideration.

Saying in the luckiest man alive is a severe – insulting even – understatement. She's all that anyone could ever want in anything. Loving, considerate, pacient. Any lesser man would be insecure. That someone would sweep her away from them. But not me. And not because of me. She is my security. Her loyalty is unimaginable. She's so comforting and dedicated. She's the reason why I wake up. Why I breathe. Why I exist. I exist to love her. And she, to dazzle me. I love every scar, every curve, every inch of her. [Snicker] However little they may be. I...I...

"I love you."

[Nervious] "Huh? Oh, n-nothing. I didn't say anything. [soft laugh]. Yeah I'm sure. Just uh... go back to what you where doing. I'm just here uh... watching the TV. [nervious laugh]"

"God, how I love you"