Tigger, I know how much you love me.
From our fights in recent days, our heated discussions, I realise there is a possibility that you may love me in a more noble way than I ever could love you.
Because the way I love is like a child. Unthinking, all feeling, complete. Yours is more considered, thoughtful. You take each part of me and lay it out before you, examining each fragment before deciding if you can love the whole. I, just jump in with both feet, embrace you and hope our wings are strong and big enough to keep us both from hitting the ground.
This is what I love about you. That you are thoughtful. That I am in your thoughts.
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