Tired. And horny. But mostly tired.
I love you because, even though I don't know who you are exactly, you cared enough to comment.
I love you because you've talked to me practically every day for the past few months. I find your conversation stimulating and amusing and the relationship with your boyfriend very sweet.But for the sheer value of company alone, I love you.
I love you because you are intelligent. Your words are thought-provoking and well-phrased. Your arguments are well-reasoned and backed up with evidence. You have an interesting and stimulating life but your smart brain shines the brightest for me.And I'm also a bit of a fan of your husband. He's always been ready with a smile for me too.
I love you because you are sweet. You are many other things, but I feel in the warmth of your hugs (which are numerous) a likeability that very few other people I know have. You couldn't fail to be liked when you're at your best.
With an intelligent, attractive girl like you with an interest in similar subjects offering advice, support and a friendly ear since week one of this blog's existence, how could I not love you?
I love you because I remember your first Twitter account with great fondness. Yes, it was mostly silly jokes, but they never failed to crack a big smile on my face, even if I'd just been somewhere depressing. I always opened your account on my 'phone just after going to the JobCentre.
Do me then...
Ahem.There are a multitude of reasons I love you, but what attracted me to you first was your unique take on the world, feeding from your obsession with a variety of things like plants and rocks to a pretty crazy sense of humour. I still see that in you today.
I once asked you why you liked me and you said something like "well you seemed pretty obsessed with me so I figured I'd better like you back"You're such a romantic
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