The thing of it is…
You’re frustrating. You’re too quiet.
There are times I would like to choke the life out of you.
And times where I almost have.
What I say doesn’t make sense to you, and when it does, you find it lame.
You don’t understand why I do the things I do.
You sometimes judge if not most, then half of what I do or say.
But none of this stopped me from falling in love with you…
Because you see, when we’re together, you listen, you see.
And that’s more than I ever expected from you.
When we’re together and go on walks, you always hold out your hand for me to hold.
When I talk, you listen and comment and make little gestures that make me see that you are listening.
When I fall, which most of the time I do, you laugh at me and call me names, but you never fail to help me get back on my feet.
When I cry, you don’t know what to do with me. You don’t say a word, you don’t hold me…nothing. But you let me rest my head on your shoulder and let me cry until I can’t anymore. And it is then that you hug me; it is then that in your way of being I find comfort and ease.
There are times when we fight, you let me call you horrible names, and I have and I will probably keep doing this whenever I get mad at you. But not once have you ever said a bad word against me, not once have you ever fought back.
I have grown accustomed to your good night calls. Where I do most of the talking and you do most of the listening. But this is my lullaby…
Throughout all of this, we became best friends,

I don’t know why this happened.
To be honest, this wasn’t my choice. Because if I had to choose, I would not have fallen in love with you; I would have given you my heart, knowing it meant nothing…but the thing of falling in love is that your heart stays yours, and it constantly reminds you of the person who makes you happy not even knowing why.
But here I am, telling you that I’m in love with you. And I’m in love with you for you, and that’s what’s scary.