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Why Do I Love You?

Ever wondered, why do we love the one we do?

'Why do I love you?' I am sure many people, who have ever been in a relationship would have got this thought. It could be for different reasons. But when I think (to myself) that ‘why do I love you?’ or ‘why am I still in love with you?’ I (my heart) feel the need to answer myself (my brain) with a logical and practical reason. 

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It’s not because we are married for 7+ years, or we stay together under the same roof, or we see each other every day or do things together. It is certainly not just because we can talk about everything under the sun. And yes, it’s certainly not just because, you are tall, handsome and so good-looking. Well, let me see if I can find the genuine answer to this question – ‘why do I love you’.

You know something, you are one of the bestest (better than the best) few things that happened to me. I get this thought when I see you sleeping peacefully, every morning. My cutie pie! You look beautiful. I can keep looking at you, for minutes, hours, days… eternity. Haha don’t know really, but at the least till my snooze button goes on and reminds me that it’s time for the day to begin. Get out of the bed, go to work, travel, and then come back home.

Coming back home to you in the evenings is what I truly look forward to, every day. My home is where you are (getting too corny I guess, well bear with me a little). In fact, I don’t know what I would do if not this.

You are my comforter, yes that’s the tag I can use for you. This sounds more apt than a husband, friend, counselor, or whatever role you play in my life. When my mind is in any kind of a mess, it looks for you, perhaps I don’t always seek advice, but feel the need for your presence.

When I am emotionally stressed or physically fatigued, my mind automatically reaches out to you. I want to be cuddled in your comforting arms and want you to wrap me in a big bear hug – my safe place 😊. 

There are times when I want to talk to you, but there’s nothing to talk about; and I again just want to be with you, even if it is without saying a word or two. Just looking at your smile or cracking silly jokes (which only you laugh at) makes my heart happy (ahh...corny again…)

So, I guess it’s the effect you have on me and all of my existence. That’s the reason I love you!!
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