When I say that “I love you” it isn’t because you’ve bought me dinner, or called me sweet names, or treated me like a princess. I don’t love you because you’re the cutest, sweetest, smartest, most adorable, loving, caring, crazy, most wonderful person I’ve ever met (although you are all of that to me). I don’t love you because of the things you’ve told me, or the letters you’ve written me, songs you’ve dedicated to me. I don’t love you because you’re not mine and I don’t love you because I can’t have you. I love you because I have seen you at your absolute best, when you’re loving me, holding me, kissing me, helping me. I’ve seen you when you’re trying for me, drying my tears. I’ve seen you when you’re looking at me like I’m the only girl in the world. When you’re strong. When you’re doing everything for me. But I’ve also seen you at your absolute horrific worst. I’ve seen you almost crying your eyes out, I’ve seen you screaming at me, ignoring me. I’ve seen you hating me, I’ve seen you giving up on me. I’ve seen you give up on me. You’ve given up on me, you hate me. And yet I love you still. You have given up on me entirely and in the most complete way one can give up on a person, yet you’re the only one I want. And I do not prefer the wonderful you over the horrific, horrible you. I love you all the same. I love you because I can have the most stressful, terrible, happiest, emotional, most memorable day but when I sit down at the end of it, it’s always you on my mind. It is always you on my mind. No matter how long it has been, you’re the one I miss. You have given up on me, yet I picture my entire future with you. I love you as you are, in your entirety. I love the absolute horrible things about you. And you do have some horrible things about you. I love you mentally, physically, emotionally. And all in a way I will never love another. I will never love another. Not like you. No, not like I love you. I love you.