You know, people always seem to think that love needs a reason, like it has to make sense somehow. It got me wondering — what exactly is it that makes me love you? Is it the way you carry yourself with that effortless grace, how your voice can calm me even on my worst days, or maybe the way you’re always so kind and gentle, treating me with a softness that makes me feel safe?
I could try to make a list, going over every little thing that draws me to you, but even as I think about it, I know it wouldn’t capture everything. Sure, I could name a bunch of things — your smile, your laugh, the way you listen when I talk, the way you make me feel understood. But somehow, it still wouldn’t feel like enough. There’s more to it, something deeper that I can’t quite put into words. It’s like there’s this whole other level of love that exists beyond what I can explain, and that’s what really fills my heart.
Honestly, if I tried to write it all down, I could probably fill an entire book, maybe even a whole series, with every reason I love you. From the first page to the last, every chapter would be filled with moments, thoughts, and feelings that make up this love I have for you. Yet, even then, I still don’t think it would be enough. It’s something that lives in my heart, something I feel in every part of me, even if I can’t always explain it out loud.
There’s a part of me that knows I’ll never be able to explain it all, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe love is supposed to be this thing that’s bigger than words, something that can’t be fully explained. What I do know, though, is that my love for you is endless, growing every day, and even if I can’t find all the right words, I feel it with everything I am. But either way, I wish I could explain love the way I expand my heart for you.
