I love you in a special way. 

I love you in a way where it doesn't matter if you're with me or not.  If you came into my work on a date with someone else, I would survive.  I love you in such a way that all I want is to see you smile, even if that smile isn't for me.  If you're sitting there with her and you're upset, my heart will be breaking.  Because more than anything else, your smile means the most to me.  I just want to be blessed enough for you to be in my life, nothing more, nothing less.  But, I am fortunate enough to have you.  I'm fortunate enough, because you love me back in a way that I've never been loved before.  Truly, from the deepest parts of you, you love me the same way I love you.  This quirky, strange, obnoxious kind of love, and it's all ours.  Ours until we wither away like the roses you bought me all those months ago.  Ours until the day we wake up and either your smile isn't the most important thing, or it is and you're just not there to show me anymore.  Ours until the last sun sets on the last of our days, and then we will begin again in a new life, and I will search for your smile until I find you again.  

We have a special kind of love; we have a love that will last. 

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I was told last night that it is very hard for people to describe things without using words that describe something physical.  Like the words "Beauty", "Pretty", "Gorgeous", ect.  Generally speaking when we finish up with those we're at a loss for words.  Soooo, I wanted to describe something and try not to use physical descriptions.  I think I did a pretty good job.  

Also, I write things when something traumatic happens.  Like when the past is suddenly thrown back in your face like a wet fucking rag and you just want to relive the good parts of your life in the present instead of the past that makes your stomach sick and your hands shake. So here I am, trying desperately to shake that.  It worked for the most part.