Love so hard

I realized that I love so hard.

I love to make my significant other feel like he is special in every possible way (he is, btw).

I love being open and honest with him too. After all, keeping secrets from each other or not sharing your thoughts is not healthy even if it hurts to hear it.

That’s the beauty of love… being able to open 100% knowing that your lover will still be there for you regardless.

Also, being silly and not giving two shits about it because you already know that you feel comfortable enough to share your weirdness with each other. A relationship without humor has got to be SO boring and dull.

I love to surprise him with random yet meaningful text messages or random gifts because I can’t help, but to think of him when I see something at a store that reminds me of him.

I love staying up late with him even if I know I’m going to have a long day the next day. Every second spent with him is bliss.

I love calling him to see how is day was or call him as I walk to my car at night because just his voice makes me feel safe and secure.

I love spending time with his family and when he spends time with my family because I feel a sense of unity between the two.

I love looking at him when he doesn’t know I am to simply admire how handsome he is to me.

I love everything about him and that’s what makes me love so hard because even when times are tough, we both find a way to move on and grow from it and just keep loving each other the same way we always have, if not more.