I honestly don’t know why I fell for you. You had nothing special, nothing that made you truly attractive, mentally and physically. At first you weren’t even that appealing for me and when we met, I took you for granted.
You seem like a cool guy, a smart one too. You were also very lost in your thoughts, always confused.
But I fell for you.
Maybe it was your mysterious and lost look, or maybe it was the fact I never saw you eating. Maybe it was the way you opened your beer, or maybe it was the fact you seemed hard to get. Maybe it was your silly smirk, or maybe it was the way you made me fall in love with sunrises.
But whatever it was, I fell for you.
You made me learn how to love and appreciate myself and no had managed to do that before. You made me learn that it was okay if I didn’t look great at every occasion or if I wasn’t the most magnificent dress you had seen. You would still find me beautiful, barefoot, with black eyes, and in my pyjamas. You saw the worst and managed to love it. And if someone loves it, then why shouldn’t I love myself? Why would I keep on fighting my soul and hating every single inch of me, if I was loveable?
I fell for you.
Because you made me realise that there’s so many other things that I should worry about rather than wearing my best outfit at every event. Because it was the little cute things you did, like open my beer first that made me understand that I was your priority. Because it was how we appreciate the sound of the birds singing through the sunrise. Because it’s how you made me listen to your favourite music.
Because you made me understand that life isn't just about stress, and building a future together, but it's also about enjoying what we have, now and forever.
And that’s why I fell for you.
That’s why I love you.