PHILAUTIA

xviii.

i love you. 

the colour of your eyes was never my favourite until i met you. now no one else's can compare. i love you. not just on your good days. i love you when you're feeling your lowest and you're tired and all you want to do is cry. 

i love you. 

even when you aren't smiling. your frown and your pout make me just as happy as those pretty teeth of yours.

i love you. 

even when i'm hurting. even when i feel broken, you can always manage to get a smile out of me. 

i love you. 

i still get butterflies every time you look at me. every time you tell me you love me, my heart flips and i feel a little stronger. 

i love you. 

because loving you has never felt like a job. it comes naturally. i didn't try to love you, it just happened. 

i love you. 

you make me a better version of myself. i try harder because i want to make you happy and make you happy to be with me. 

i love you. 

nothing can compare to the feel of your skin against mine. and when you kiss me, everything else disappears. 

i love you. 

i didn't think i would love you this much. i didn't think i could love someone this much. you picked up my broken pieces without even knowing and fixed the cracks. 

i love you. 

because no matter how many miles may be between us, i will never stop trying to get home to you.

i love you.