Because I Love Him

Everything about him makes me happy.

His jokes, his laugh,

his hugs, his smile.

The fact that he makes me feel like the best person in the world,

when the world knows that I’m not.

The way he looks at me.

his eyes tell me I’m worth something,

when I don’t feel like I’m even worth looking at.

The way I feel when I’m around him,

completely blissful,

without a care in the world.

It’s all so comfortable and familiar,

And I love it.

Or rather,

I love him.