You once asked me why I love you.
The mascara of curiosity outlined the questioning glare of your eyes, and your fruity scented lipgloss covered your worrisome words with a hint of doubt – and strawberries.
And just as I was about to pluck the ripest answer from the back of my mind you interrupted me and planted seeds of insecurity you so desperately try to force under the earth – away from the eyes of those who live above it.
You remind me of the way you push me away whenever the going gets tough, even though together we’re tougher than anything rough, pushing back harder than any kind of force that you apply on me whenever I’d ask, “What’s wrong?” You remind me of the way you cling to me like magnets on a fridge,
of the way you can’t hold much of a conversation because you’re awfully shy,
Of the way your interests differ from mine,
Of the way your smile lacks luster compared to other girls’ smiles.
So I remind you, that whenever you’d push me away I’d pull you in even closer,
that my hands cling on to your waist, like magnets on a fridge,
and that we’d stand there with me embracing you, and silence embracing us, because worrying about words to say would only get in the way of me appreciating what’s in my arms,
I remind you that my interest in kissing you, differs in your interest in kissing me.
And that your interest in my smile differs from my interest in your smile, unique and perfect on you and simply only you,
Never will it fit better on anyone else.
So you ask, and I reply,
The answer is quite simple love,
My heart is forever yours, because all of the above.