Why do I love thee?

Today, for the millionth time (I’ve lost count now!!) you asked in your mock serious tone – “Why do you love me?” And today I’ve decided to let you know why.

I love you because you make me happy. No one ever has. I love you because when I get into my shell and refuse to talk, you make funny faces, talk in even funnier voices and try to get me to talk and tell you what is bothering me. I love you because you get mad at me when I am unreasonable, but immediately calm down and rush to hug me and say sorry. Even when it is MY mistake.

I love you when you say that you are tired and ask me for a massage. I love you when you ask me if I am tired and if I need a massage. I love looking at you while you are busy reading up on all the geeky stuff in the world. I love you for accepting me for who I am. Even after knowing everything about me.

I love that, when I am cribbing about work, you do not sympathize with me. Instead you offer me a solution to make things better. Even though it drives me mad at times. I love that you can sing so well. I love that you can write so well. I love that you find it so easy to mingle with different people and yet know where to draw the line. I love it when you get all angry and flustered when people don’t follow traffic rules.

I love that you listen to what I have to say. Even though at times you switch yourself off and probably think of a Macbook. I love the passion you have for your work and for your closest friends. I love your “I need to work out today” mood. I love your “no shopping today, lets just be at home and watch a movie” mood.

I love that you are such an amazing cook. I love that you can make brilliant sambhar one day and spaghetti – just the way I like it, the next. I love that you have gotten me interested in cooking. Even though I always thought that we could manage by eating cheap Chinese takeaway. I love your small surprises. I love your generous gifts. I love you because you took me to Paris. :P

I love that you are you – no matter what. I love that you behave at a five star restaurant the same way as you would at a dhaba. Even when it embarrasses me at times. I love you for being so unpredictable. I love you for being so spontaneous.

I love you when you ask me if I think you are handsome. I love that you call me gorgeous and beautiful. I love you for never bad mouthing anyone. I love you for watching silently as I do.

I love you for holding me and saying that you’ll be back soon, when you were leaving for Germany. I love you for making a long distance relationship work for a year. I love that you quit smoking for me. I love that though you never want to get married, you will – for me.

I love you when you say – “Why do you love me?”