Why do I love you, you ask? This is merely the tip of the iceberg

Why? Why do I love you?!

You make me smile when you call me handsome.  I don’t believe you when you say it, but it makes me smile anyway, because I believe that you believe it. 

Three and half decades of self-doubt and insecurities are slowly being stripped away thanks to your love.

The smile that greets our too infrequent meetings lights my memories.  I have never felt so completely wanted, so utterly loved.

It’s beautiful and it makes me realise that whatever I have experienced in the past, however real it felt at the time, it was a cheap version of what this is now.

I am humbled by the happiness you bring me, and the confidence you gift me.

Yours, forever.

xx