Why I Love You?

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“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night. He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow.

I love you because I do. I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, and my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart.

I love the way your smile lights up the room whenever you are around, I love you because you make me feel the way no one can. I love the way I was captured, bewildered, sunken in the sweet sand of adoration, looking up at you as if gazing at the sun, blinded by the light of something very special; you, when I first met you.

I love you because I have no choice. I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them, and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink.

I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. It was my soul, and you are its mate.

I love you because of the way you think, the way you act, and the way you make my heart race upon your arrival. I love that I can’t control how I feel about you. This inexplicable feeling of smiling only by the thoughts of you amazes me and makes me love you more.

Through the paths we have taken to one another I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine. I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival.

I don’t know where it came from, I have no idea why it’s here, I just know it’s very real, and the more present I get in the moment the more real it becomes, I don’t care about man-made obstacles. I don’t care what comfortable feels like. I just know what here, and I know I have very little control over its demands. It leads, and I must follow.

I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this. When the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them, and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes, and you will know why I love you.
Location: Ogbomosho, Nigeria

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