It's been one year since I told you. One year since I cried and you told me it was okay, since we confessed to each other. One year since you became my girlfriend.
I love you so much and this is all cheesy, but I can't imagine this year being spent with anyone else. Because you make me a better person, you make me happy, you are my comfort, my home.
I love holding your hand at random moments, I love it when you rest your head on my shoulder, I love the way you smile when I trace my fingers down your arm, and I love playing with your hair. I love the way you smile when you talk to me, I love the way you get so embarrassed so easily, I love your cute blush and I love all of your silly voice cracks too.
Even when you make mistakes, you stuff up, I love you completely. Nothing you do takes away from it.
I love you.
Happy one-year. ❤️
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