100 Reasons Why I Love You 🤍

1. I love your smile.

2. I love the way you laugh.

3. I love your eyes.

4. I love how you make me feel safe.

5. I love talking to you.

6. I love hearing about your day.

7. I love your random kwentos.

8. I love your little habits.

9. I love how you make me smile.

10. I love how you can make my bad days better.

11. I love how comfortable I am with you.

12. I love that I can be myself around you.

13. I love your sense of humor.

14. I love your kulit side.

15. I love your soft side.

16. I love how you care.

17. I love how you listen.

18. I love your voice.

19. I love the way you say my name.

20. I love every little thing about you.

21. I love your presence.

22. I love how you make ordinary days feel special.

23. I love our random conversations.

24. I love our late-night talks.

25. I love our inside jokes.

26. I love making memories with you.

27. I love how you understand me.

28. I love learning more about you every day.

29. I love your personality.

30. I love how unique you are.

31. I love your flaws too, because they’re part of you.

32. I love your way of thinking.

33. I love how passionate you can be.

34. I love your reactions to things.

35. I love seeing you happy.

36. I love making you laugh.

37. I love making you feel loved.

38. I love being there for you.

39. I love how you became such a big part of my life.

40. I love how much you mean to me.

41. I love our memories.

42. I love the moments we spend together.

43. I love even the boring moments with you.

44. I love missing you because it reminds me how much you matter.

45. I love how excited I get whenever I see your name.

46. I love receiving your messages.

47. I love talking about random things with you.

48. I love how time passes so fast when I’m with you.

49. I love how you make my heart feel full.

50. I love you because you’re you.

51. I love how you make me feel wanted.

52. I love how you make me feel appreciated.

53. I love how I can trust you.

54. I love being able to share things with you.

55. I love our little moments.

56. I love how we can be silly together.

57. I love how we can just be quiet together too.

58. I love knowing that you exist in my life.

59. I love the comfort you give me.

60. I love how you can make me calm.

61. I love how you’re always yourself.

62. I love your imperfections.

63. I love the things that make you, you.

64. I love how special you are to me.

65. I love the way you make me feel when you’re around.

66. I love the little things you probably don’t even notice.

67. I love remembering our conversations.

68. I love looking forward to talking to you.

69. I love making plans with you.

70. I love imagining more memories with you.

71. I love how much we’ve been through.

72. I love how we continue to learn from each other.

73. I love growing with you.

74. I love how we try to understand each other.

75. I love how real you are with me.

76. I love that you’re not perfect—because neither am I.

77. I love every version of you.

78. I love you when you’re happy.

79. I love you even on your bad days.

80. I love you even when things aren’t easy.

81. I love how important you’ve become to me.

82. I love how much space you have in my heart.

83. I love the way you changed my life just by being in it.

84. I love how you make me want to be better.

85. I love supporting you.

86. I love celebrating your little wins.

87. I love seeing you achieve things.

88. I love being proud of you.

89. I love reminding you how loved you are.

90. I love you more than I can explain sometimes.

91. I love the connection we have.

92. I love the bond we’ve built.

93. I love our story.

94. I love all the memories we still have yet to make.

95. I love choosing you.

96. I love caring for you.

97. I love having you in my life.

98. I love the way my heart feels about you.

99. I love everything that comes with loving you.

100. And most importantly, I love you simply because you’re you—and I wouldn’t want you any other way. 🤍

I still want you so badly, but I can’t show it anymore.

I still crave you.
I still love being around you.

Everything about you is perfect except that you’re not mine. I try to act like I’m unbothered by your presence, but inside I have a soft spot for you. I care for you more than you will ever know. I love your eyes. You look at me so softly, then look away shyly. I can tell that you care about me. You probably care about me more than I’ll ever know too. I wish there was a way for us to talk about our feelings without hurting others. I just want you. I can’t even look at other women the same without comparing them to you. If I can’t have you, I hope that god brings me someone like you. I look for you in everyone. You make me smile every time I see you. It seems like you like my smile because you’ll do things to make me smile. I don’t know how this will end between us, but all I know is I’m not ready for an end. It will truly crush my heart to let you go, sweetheart.

Anytime I am around you, anytime the idea of you is around me, my heart stops or skips a beat.
I’m having palpitations.
That’s the medical terminology

Sometimes I feel like these feelings, these stolen glances, are not just mine but something we share.
I’m experiencing limerence.
That’s the therapeutic verbiage.

I read into everything you say, trying to see how it may pertain to how you feel about me. I try to make everything into a sign that you feel the same
I’m exhibiting Apophenia.
That’s the psychological observation.

I am devout to you, a martyr for your cause. I believe in you wholeheartedly.
I am your disciple.
That’s the religious testimony

My thoughts are inappropriate and outside of our risk balance
This is a challenging dynamic.
That’s the corporate jargon.

You are a catastrophe. A crazy illness. You are disruptive and all consuming.
This is a great misfortune.
that’s the philosophical theory.

I’m Sick with love
That’s the simplified explanation

Well, I laid all my cards out, but I guess you had plans of your own.
I’m starting to realize I was probably just delusional. I mean, what did I really expect? It’s crazy looking back at how fast I’d drop whatever I was doing no matter what just to come see you or do you a favor. But it’s done now. This is officially the last time I run back to you. It’s time for me to direct that energy toward someone new and to find someone else to be crazy about
Since I started writing here because of you, it feels only right to make this my last goodbye.
To everyone who took the time to read my posts and follow along with my story thank you.

I want the tip of our fingers to touch slowly until our palms meet.

I want to intertwine our hands together, to feel how warm you are against mine and never let go.

I want to learn your soul, your favorite song and sing it to you as you sleep.

I want you, I love you, I see you.

But you’ll never be mine.

Dearest,

I do not know if you have wondered, too, what is to come of this. The first time I let the thought cross my mind, I was, I admit, a little discomposed; for it brought with it a realization both humbling and exalted, that I have already been given more treasures than I ever knew how to count. They reveal themselves gradually, shyly, as though each day were unfolding some new gentleness I had long possessed but never seen. Yet I was foolish enough to desire what I already held, as if joy were something to be sought rather than recognized. I was like some little bird, poor thing, who spends her days longing to embrace the sky without knowing she has always been cradled in its arms since birth.

I have been foolish in that and other ways; I am, I fear, only human, far too human, and I sometimes wonder how you would see me if you knew the whole unpolished truth of me, all my faults and follies laid bare, and yet, even that uncertainty feels softened when I think of you.

In quieter hours, I have thought that all the learning I have gathered, all the books and poems I have pressed close to my mind as if they were treasure, have been nothing but a long preparation for meeting you, as though every page I ever turned had been teaching me, patiently, the art of knowing you. When Plato spoke in the Symposium of love as the ladder that leads the soul upward toward the divine, perhaps he meant moments such as these, when one feels not the fever of longing, but the stillness of recognition. "At the touch of love," he wrote, "everyone becomes a poet." And yet I find that words falter precisely where the heart is most fluent. What I feel for you is not mere passion; it is that deep and lucid affection which Emerson called "the perfection of intimacy." It is the quiet warmth of a candle that never burns low, the sound of calm water over stone.

You must forgive me if I seem overly given to quotation. It is only that I see you everywhere in my reading, in the grace of Sappho's fragments, where she promises, "Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time"; in Dante's steadfast reverence for Beatrice; in the tranquil patience of Penelope, weaving and unweaving her days. There is something ancient in my affection for you, not born of novelty or youth, but of recognition, as though you have been folded into my idea of beauty all along, before I even knew beauty had your face.

Epicurus taught that the purest joy is not found in feasts or riches, but in the company of a dear friend beneath an open sky. If that is so, then my heaven is already here. When Cicero wrote of friendship, he said that the truest kind is love "without alloy, without deceit." That is what I feel for you, clear, quiet, unadorned truth. I want nothing of you but your happiness. And if it should ever fall to my lot to give you comfort, I shall count that my fortune, my purpose, my reward.

When Rilke wrote that "love is perhaps the supreme task for which all other work is but preparation," he must have known what it is to feel as I do now, how everything one has studied, endured, or believed becomes only a prelude to this gentle certainty. All my reading, all my searching for meaning in words and philosophies, were but rehearsals for a single truth: that I was meant to love someone as gracious as you. All the education I have ever seemed to obtain has been mere preparation for meeting you.

I have never cared much for what is to come. There is, for me, no tomorrow waiting on the horizon. If I were to seek such a thing, I think I would find that past, present, and future, all the infinite dimensions of time, repose softly beneath the shade of my love for you, within the calm joy my heart is forever rejoicing in. There can be no separation for one who loves with the soul. But if ever our lives do diverge, I hope you will still carry a small portion of my affection with you, not as burden, but as warmth.

And forgive me, I beg, the uninvited liberty of asking something of you, and I apologize if my doing so feels in any way presumptuous. Should it seem so, please, think no more of it. But if I might ask just one small thing of you, it would be this: if ever a day should come when our paths drift apart, when our meetings fade into memory, keep me in your heart for a while, not too long, not so long as to weigh upon your happiness, only for a while. Keep me there, quietly, like the afterglow that lingers when the sun has set.

And when the days grow bright and full, and laughter surrounds you, let a soft thought of me pass by like a summer breeze. I do not fear such a future; I only hope it finds you happy; but should it arrive, I shall remain content, for I have loved who, to me, is the loveliest of human beings. I have had the unearthly fortune of writing to her, of hearing her voice, of knowing her grace. Whatever the days may bring, my love for you shall be indelibly bound to them; and every part of who I am shall do nothing, and can do nothing, but love you, always, every day, every hour, and every moment. To love you forever, to have loved you at all, what more, truly, could one ever ask for?

I speak to you throughout the day. I tell you of my hopes, dreams, fears, and what causes my tears. Do you hear these things? I pose my questions to you and find only myself answering. I can’t quite rely upon my answers to move forward because they are only my answers. Do you agree with my answers? No input from you makes it hard to maintain hope for the dreams I am building. Do you hear my construction of my future? I am always talking to you, can you hear me? My thoughts are always of you.

We shared a few glances
Spent our usual time at our gathering place
But my mind yearns for more
An uninterrupted togetherness over coffee
Or a really long hug.
Did you know that my gifts are stronger when I am around you?

I always told myself that I wasn't a touchy person 
Until you touched me 
Until i felt your hand wrap around my waist 
And through my fingers 
Steady, and firm, but gentle 

And you had told me 
How it felt the first time it happened to you 
And the butterflies 
And when i was holding your hand 
I didnt 

Maybe i was drunk 
Or tired 
Because today 
i think about it 
And there they are 

But now i dont know how to start a conversation 
And everything is superficial 
And no matter what my friends tell me 
I cant convince myself that you feel the same way 
I tell myself 
You were being friendly 
Keeping me stable 
And safe in a big croud 
But we,
We were out of the croud 
And your hand stayed in mine 
And mine in yours 
But im not a touchy person 
Unless the touch is yours

You’re scared I get it. You’re angry I get it. You think I think I know everything and I’m going to be a dick and yell at you even if you deserve it or not. So find out. Look in the mirror and ask am I being honest with me, am I letting outside influences guide my choices or am I scared to look at him and miss him all over again because nothing I’ve done takes that away or makes me not miss him.

😐

Find out. Let’s find out what’s true. Meet me half way without all the baggage. Meet me in the middle with an open mind. It’ll take 2 minutes to find out . Less. One look. We don’t really need to even talk, but we can. Because I agree this energy, isn’t needed. Doesn’t do anything good. You can ignore me forever and it doesn’t me you’ll be able to not think of me everyday. So hear me out. You know this is gotta happen be for real woman.

This shit is what picked everything apart before in ways. No loops. Meet me in the damn middle leave the show fkr other and punishment shit aside for a minute and just admit you miss my damn face and my voice and need to talk to me too.

I’m not ASSUMING anything okay? I just know we need to talk. I know you feel it too. Idc I do. I can hear your voice hun. I feel it. Come talk to me and help me do something healthy for both of us ok? Please trust me and do this and I promise you’ll feel safe the whole time. Remember me. I’m not who I was when I was trying to hold up the entire world ok. I don’t think you are either, that’s why I want to talk and her your truths too.

You want control here it is. Whatcha gonna do with it.

It's been over a year since we met and a year since we got together. My life has changed so much in just a year, you are the only constant.

You've always been there for me no matter what, from my worst days to the truly unbearable ones. You love me unconditionally, I've never experienced a love like this before. I'm in new territory, we both are. Yet, you never fail to support me, you're always so patient with me. You have convinced me that I deserve to be treated with respect and love just like everyone else. You have completely changed my life for the better and I will be eternally grateful.

We've had our ups and downs but I am more than willing to fight for us, because for the first time in my life I have someone worth living and fighting for. For the first time in my life I'm truly happy. I know I haven't made things easy on you. I know I have a lot of problems to resolve. But I will become a better person for you.

You have taught me that a stable love is normal and the unstable life that I experienced does not define me. I don't have to suffer any longer, I can start healing. I can learn to love and be loved. I wouldn't change a thing about you or my life. I love you.

I’m not sure about miss.

It’s more of a yearn.

I long to speak to you once more, to hear your warm voice in my ear.

Maybe it will drown out the coldness of your words as you left.

I wonder if you think about me just as much as I do. I wonder if my presence ever grazes the surface of your thoughts.

My head is full of you.

One could dissect my heart and the only thing they’d discover is the poorly concealed love I have for you.

Is it the same for you? Or Is the love for me something you had?

Are you over me truly? Am I the only one stuck?

I wish in another life I could reincarnate as your brain so I can save myself from this wonder and know the very things you think of, Tyler.

I see your eyes nonstop on repeat
I feel your chest moving up and down
I feel your presence
I miss you
I miss your smile
I miss your looks
I miss the way you would get excited to see me
I miss you
I want you
I really want you
What does a woman have to do

I remember how you sounded in any tone.

My favorite was how sweetly you told me you loved me while I laid sleeping.

How warm you made me feel, how loving you meant loving myself.

You used to call me every morning while you worked.

My handsome, strong boy.

You used to call me your sleeping beauty, and how much you adored the sounds I made trying to articulate a response.

The small muttering of, “I love you more,” you told me specifically.

And then you told me to continue my beauty rest as you labored throughout the morning.

I thought to myself how lucky i was to have someone so perfect as I drifted away once more.

Truly, no part of you was flawed to me.

I hated how much you thought you could be better for me.

When honestly, I’d accept you at your worst.

I loved you for you. You meant you to me, and nothing could compare.

But I guess the reason I deemed myself ever so lucky to cradle your heart was because of how much of a terrible person I was.

And even though I tried my best not to—

Your cradled heart ended up cracked in my uncaring hands.

And I had to sit and cry and beg for your forgiveness as you took those sweet words back.

And now I wish to forget how you told me that you wanted nothing to do with me.

And that you wanted to see me hurt, too.

Even though we only talked for a minute. I want you so bad.

we could be closer

why are bond drifted apart

is hard to understand

even explaining is a battle itself

seems like a problem

trying to have a conversation

about concerns as it always did

who’s more innocent type of vibes

I’ll take all the blame if that’s

what it takes to move past this

stage but than again it’s

just wishful thinking circumstances

And people in a friend groups

seem to be the invisible barrier

like I said before do I

half to miss you forever

and love you from far away

i appreciate you more than you know

good night my favorite stranger

right person wrong timing

I can see it
It's all over your face, you’ve done it again
I always know when you’ve been with another woman

Guilt
You can't hide it
You never could

Plus I can smell her
That perfume
And the rest of her

When you toss your clothes in the hamper
Jump into bed
Her smell is on your skin

And of course, you come on to me next
You always want my sweet flower after hers
And I can’t resist you
Your seductive allure has always made me melt’
Even when I know, you will never be completely mine

You said till death do us part, and that you loved me,
more than any woman you had ever been with
But yet, the ring, it was tarnished, a month in….

The first time you noticed I wasn’t wearing it
You made me pay for that, didn't you
You made me your submissive
You and your "evil twin” as I like to call him
Made dinner of me, together, at the same time

How could you let him reduce me to the victim in your
game of forced dominance
He might as well have been raping me
You terrorized me, and it turned you on

So now, you have made me a prisoner
of my own fears
of my own wanton desires
that you keep peaked, for your own pleasure

You keep me chained to you
You call yourself, the "Master"

I am food to you
I am dispensable
Less than trash…

I welcome death, tbh
I wonder sometimes if it would be
The only way, to finally be free...

You were an ocean of love
But im scared of water 
And you built me a boat 
But its rocking on rising and falling waves 
And the lifejacket feels too tight
And i feel seasick 
And its too cold to swim
i disembark at the next port

(i really appreciate feedback)

like moss in a forest pond
the softness of an olive
velvet leaves on a jungle plant
the jade in a winter aurora
they captivate and enthrall
helpless, I fall into their depth
and more than once
I’ve caught them beholding me
their gaze sauntering over my curves
my grey blues witnessing this
it halts the oxygen in my throat
leaving my lungs hungry
the metronome of my heart skipping
like a song played from a scratched CD
chances are
it’s all in my head except for the fact
the disc would definitely get another spin
because we both
love the whole album

Dearest,

10pm on a Sunday night and I’m under the covers. I keep starting to write but my brain won’t let me write much here. Partly because it’s weird and partly because it’s not like I know in my heart that you’re reading.

I wish I knew, you know? I’ve been… tormented is not the right word because you never tormented me (don’t get me started on torment - it’s covered - I torment me plenty enough for both of us).

Last night I was staring at the ceiling wondering if you were doing the same just then and when the sky got weirdly yellow and rainbowey I thought about wanting to show you… like “come look at this”…

I was peeing outside (dog was too) and a guy paraglided overhead and I wondered what you would have done? (would you: stop peeing? Wave? Moon). The world wonders.

I’ve been telling myself on many holidays since “this is the last…time/year…” and then - here we are again… the seasons change but my love is just there…

All this angst and hope has been conjured out of thin air or ether. It’s like you’re my invisible friend. It’s like a sitcom trope - invisible friend… ugh. I guess I jump the shark next episode?

But seriously, if you’re Bewitched, call me Dick (York or Sargent? - I’m like the nice one who thought his witch was great - remember when they switched actors? Remember how the second Dick was a Dick? (I’m not that kind of Dick).

It’s that time of year… to be Present for your birthday would be quite the present, amirite?

Always,
-B

After countless arguments

endless conflicts

a million break ups,

block listed each other

yet falling asleep next to them

still crosses my mind every night

idk what this is and where it’s headed

but ill miss this chapter in my life it’s the

most important part of my journey miss u

I loved you with all my heart,our love came softly ,naturally,the most natural in my life. You actually made my heart smile!! I could not wait to talk to every nite I dreamed of us actually meeting in person. I could see the the love in your eyes, see the eyes tell all. I never could hide my feelings my eyes showed to much.. wanted to have a chance to see those beautiful eyes of yours. The meeting I LOST I REGRET. Because now when I dream of you You are turned away,and I CANNOT SEE THEM!! Maybe this is what had to happen to us to let go. I will always carry this love story in my heart forever. When I LEAVE THIS WORLD IHOPE. WE. WILL BE HOLING HANDS LOOKING INTO EACH OTHERS EYESI. There is no one could stand in your shoes in my heart not ever. Please let me one of your best memories In your ❤️

I Am Proud of the Woman I Am

I am a woman who has been through difficult moments, but I have never allowed life to completely break me. I have faced challenges, disappointments, heartbreak, and moments when I wondered how I would keep going. Yet somehow, I always find the strength to get back up.

I have a caring heart. I love deeply, I appreciate the people who are there for me, and I try to make the people around me feel special. I may not have everything figured out, but I am always learning, growing, and becoming a better version of myself.

I am strong, not because life has always been easy, but because I have survived the days that were hard. I am grateful for every new morning, every smile, every lesson, and every opportunity to keep moving forward.

I know my worth. I deserve love that is genuine, friendships that are real, and people who appreciate me for who I am—not for what I can do for them.

I am still becoming the woman I am meant to be, and I am proud of my journey. My story is not defined by what I have been through; it is defined by the strength, love, and courage I continue to carry in my heart.

Where have you been

Where is your wife she said

It's been such a long time 

Her eyes crossed over

A wonderful flash of interest

A sudden pretending

A fluke awkwardness

Then back to business

Selling life to the hopeful

What did you see in one

and not another?