Choose You

When I think about us, I don’t question where we stand; this is because you have shown me the same heart, the same patience, the same depth, every time. You do this even when you are depressed and tired, even when we misunderstood each other. You don’t retreat sincerely; No. You stay. You listen until we understand each other again. You search for me until you find me. You reach for my warmth when you are drowning.That is where my certainty in us comes from.

You don’t love me as an act of performance or a transactional mask. You love me for who I am: sweet, warm, charming, smart, and driven. It is not how I look, or how I lose focus, and many other imperfections. You give me something some never receive even over their entire lifetimes. What you give me is scared. When we talk, you don’t try to shape my feelings.

You meet me where I actually am. You speak honestly even when the truth is sharp. You let silence carry meaning instead of trying to fill it. The kind of sincerity you offer me is multi-generational rare. The kind of love that draws us in is intoxicating. We want it all to ourselves, alone, indulging in the joy that this universe has gifted us with by allowing us to meet.

I chose you because your inner world matches mine. Not in interests or habits, but in how you think through emotion, how you prioritize romance over other ways to live and be. You don’t run from what is difficult. You go inward first. You search for real understanding instead of quick reassurance. That is the thing I recognize in you. That is the thing that feels like home. When we have conflict, it does not break anything. It reveals more of who we are to each other. Every time we return, we return with more truth, not less. That is why this love is stable. Not because it avoids pain, but because it can hold it.

You are part of the structure of my life now. Not because I depend on you for calm, but because being connected to you sharpens my clarity and strengthens my direction. You are where my mind and my heart settle into the same place.

I love you, not with hope or projection, but with recognition, with being, with infatuation with the world our loves creates between us. I know you. And I have already chosen you.