Because you make me laugh, in an out loud, silly way over things only you and I will probably ever find funny. In a continuing, staccato of hiccups when you do something that is endearingly quirky, something that only you can do.
Because I know deep down inside, that I know you in an instinctive way that I have never known anyone else. I can tell your moods without you saying a word. I can tell if you like someone. I can tell when you like me.
Because I already know what it's like to grow old with you and it makes me look forward to the prospect of doing so.
Because you take care of me.
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