The boyfriend is great aside from the fact that there are things about him I may never get to fully accept. The fact that he curses too much, he forgets his manners, and he's not as sociable as I wish him to be.
The fact that his body mass is twice the amount of mine.
The fact that his hands are callused.
The fact that I never get to control him, because I can't manage him. All the goodness from him is not something I manipulate. Its just how much he loves me.
And he loves me. Which I love the best about him, honestly. That sucks doesn't it. I love him because he loves me.
Why can't I love him for everything about him... just like he does to me?
I love him because he calls me a lot and worries.
I love him because I get to make him smile.
I love him because I calm him.
I love him because of his hugs.
I love him because of his goatee and because of the way he smells.
I love him because he makes me a bit worried from time to time.
I love him because he makes me feel special.
I love him because of the effort.
I love him because he make me kilig.
I love him because I can't get enough of him.
I love him very much because he respects me but finds me sexy. I love his struggle. It's cute and it's hot.
I love him because I'm his cutest girlfriend.
I really do love him because he loves me.
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