Why?

Because there's no reason not to. I cannot pin a substantial reason for me to hold back and snap out of the overwhelming emotions I am drowned in. Every cell in your being is nothing less than lovable.

Because I love how your eyes convey everything, yet they leave me clueless at how blessed can I possibly get to have those pair of eyes look at me. Your stare is warm yet piercing, as if it can get past through my vulnerability with just one look.

Because where you are is where my comfort zone is. I used to want to puke everytime people would try to explain that feeling of safety they have from someone because I haven't got a clue what it really meant. Now, I assume it's that feeling of being invincible to any kind of danger; that feeling when I know I can fall asleep while watching our favorite TV show and not worry if I'll get cold later on that night because I know you'll wrap a blanket around me. I usually feel fragile and as if I can break any minute considering how harsh the world is, but when I'm with you it's like I start being invincible again. If that's not what having that safe feeling means, then I don't know what else to account it for.

Because what I feel for you is probably what obsession means. When I was younger, I thought being obsessed means you love someone. I thought that if I start obsessing over someone, it also meant I'm starting to fall in love with that person. I thought obsession was just a phase, something a fan girl would feel for their favorite artist which leads them to saving their nicest photographs, and keeping all the memorabilia they can gather no matter how seemingly insignificant they were. It's crazy to think that right now my love and obsession is on the same page, working hand in hand. The obsession I feel, although erratic, makes me love you in a more permanent, stable way.

Because you are my best friend. I don't really get why some people hesitate to refer to their partners as their best friend. We both have our different sets of friends, we love them too but they belong to a different realm. I know we need those platonic friendships to be fulfilled, and since you're the best friend I have I need you more so I can be more fulfilled. (Okay, I'm starting to sound too needy) =))

Because we fight. We sometimes fight, but not because I want to prove myself right nor because you want to prove that you're on the right side of things. We fight and argue to make things better; because we see something that's dysfunctional and want to fix it before it makes more damage. We have some disagreements but all of them just proved that what we have can surpass any resentments.

Because you're harsh with me but you show how much you're willing to give up to make me feel better. I can't say that we have mastered the art of compromise, but I think we're on lvl99! You made me realize that a big part of being in a relationship means giving up control, and letting go of my brat tendencies. You're fine being unhappy about us watching that corny Tagalog movie, as long as you see me happy and you get to see Christine Reyes and Ann Curtis in their bikinis.

Because you made me write about these things. Can't you see what you're making me do? I'm behaving like a complete head-over-heels idiot but I don't give a shit about it. What we have is a reminder of how I can forget being self-conscious all the time. I can be a total bitch or a poor sappy girl, and not have it taken against me.

Because I can just use that "I'M SO IN LOVE" card and just have you at the receiving end, appreciating everything I'm saying -- no hesitations, no doubts, no questions.

Because I can tell you that I love you any time I want to, and you wouldn't even bother asking me why. And that is why I wrote this blog -- because I think you ought to know. You ought to know how blessed I feel for knowing someone gets me, sees all of me, and still takes all the crap. It's like buying something from the shop and taking it despite the cracks and dents, shouting a higher price to outbid the other takers. Then there, SOLD.