Now and again I have tried analyzing why I love him or if I at all love him. But I could never come up with solid reasons. I have had experiences before, with smarter people, but he is completely different. His very thought brings a smile on the face. I look forward to talk to him. I love debating with him. I love defuting him. I love understanding things his way. I love his way of making me realize when I go wrong. I love his pride in himself, his self contemptuous ideals. I know what’s deep inside his heart; I know what he is going to say before he opens his mouth. I know what he exactly means before he has explained himself. I love gossiping with him, I love rebuking him. I love listening to songs in his coarse voice. I love his views on life, I love his life. I love the way he doesn’t show how much he cares for me, I love the way he allows me to take every decision. I love to see him get cold when it's 4 degrees out. I love that it takes him an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that he gets a little crinkle above his nose when he is looking at me, I love that after I spend the day with him, I can still smell his perfume on my clothes. And I love that he is the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.
Love is acceptance..which is evident from your post..Karen Casey rightly said
ReplyDelete"Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood."