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Since that day,
The day I fell in love with you,
My thoughts always find their way back to you.
Everything about you makes me ache:
•The little things you never see,
like my lingering gaze on you
•How you don't notice when I'm jealous,
or what you really mean to me
•How you laugh at everyone's jokes
(because that's simply who you are)
•How you don't see the way I look at you,
or all the love I try to hide.
You never hear the words I keep inside.
So instead of writing one more page about how much it hurts to love you,
I thought I'd write of something else.
Something kind.
Something true.
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All of the things I love about you.
I love your blonde hair,
the way it falls so naturally.
I love your brown eyes,
the ones I could look at forever.
I love your smile,
the one that makes my day better.
I love your eyebrows,
the little things I always notice.
I love how you’re always happy,
always bringing your own light.
I love the way you laugh,
the way it makes everything feel alright.
I love your hands,
the way they feel so gentle.
I love your nails,
the little details I always see.
I love the bracelets on your wrist,
the small things that make you, you.
I loved when you touched my hair,
when you fixed it for me.
I loved when I told you about my life,
and you listened without judging me.
I love the clothes you wear,
the way you always have your own style.
I love the way you dress,
even if it sometimes makes me jealous.
I love your jokes,
the moments when you make me laugh.
I love that you can make me smile,
even on days that aren't so good.
I love when our eyes meet,
when we squint like it's our little game.
A small moment between us,
something only we understand.
I love everything about you.
Every little thing that makes you who you are.
Even when it makes me jealous,
even when it hurts sometimes,
even when I hate feeling this way,
I still love it all.
I still love you.
I love you.
And that's maybe the part I hate the most.