To My Love: 14 Things I Don’t Tell You Nearly Enough

I want you to know that I am so lucky to have crossed paths with you, to have found you out of all people.

I want you to know that you are perfect for me.

I want you to know that I love falling asleep and waking up next to you. I could look at you for hours without getting bored. You look so peaceful in your sleep, but I want to wake you up so that I can enjoy your company. It’s a conflict I have with myself every time you sleep over.

I want you to know that you’re worth getting up early for. I know that being with you means getting out of bed early to eat breakfast, although sometimes I might try to fight you on it.

I want to tell you that I appreciate every compliment you give me. Every compliment comes from your heart. You constantly thank me for doing so much for you. I can see it in your eyes and the way each word rolls off your lips.

I want you to know how much I desire you. I want you to be next to me all the time, just somewhere near, within reach. Your presence makes me calm and peaceful. Every time you leave, I count down till the next time I get to see you.

I want you to know that you always make me laugh, and it’s never forced, we just have the same humor. Others around us may have no idea about what’s going on, but we do and that’s all that matters.

I want you to know that I wake up thinking about you and fall asleep thinking about you too. I wonder what you’re doing at every moment, I just can’t get enough of you.

I want you to know that I can see how much you love me simply because of the way you look at me. The way you look at me consumes me. You look at me like I’m all you want like I’m the only thing you need. Your eyes are a view that I’ll never get bored of.

I want you to know that I always ask you what you’re thinking because I want to understand every thought or feeling that goes through you.

I want you to know that you are worth fighting for.

I want you to know that I feel like I’m the lucky one because being this content with you can’t exist for everyone.

I want you to know that all those “soft” things you say to me cross my mind too, I just don’t always know how to word it perfectly.

I want you to know that I used to think that home was a place, I was wrong, home is a person, home is you.

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