The way I love you
I love you. I like a lot how you are and the manner you express your ideas. I adore the way I feel when we talk, and worship that strong conficence that exists between us. I feel attracted to your body, just seeing your face rouses me, the way you look wakes something inside me, and your smile puts a big grin into my face too. I am grateful to have met you.
I do not mind if you have a boyfriend, if you are seeing other people, or if you do not feel the same for me. I used to give importance to the fact of you not agreeing my craves, I no longer do. I realize now that it does not matter if we do not talk for a long time, if we do not fuck, or if we do not see each other frequently. What I like about you is yourself, not the joining of you and me.
But please, do not misunderstand me, I want to be close to you for sure. I enjoy our never-ending conversations, our walks together, and the sex with you (FYI, I would like to remark that it is one of the things that I desire most, the whole night if possible). What I meant is that to have a contented relationship with you, in which we both are free to be nearby or distant, is more important than all of those facts.
It is the way I decide to love, neither having emotional attachment nor forcing to conduct our lives to be together. Thus I am not going to push you. I will only tell you about my feelings from time to time, because I do not want to hold them on. And I will pretend nothing doing that, just to let you know how much I sincerely adore you. Which is indeed important since it is the way I would like you see yourself reflected in me.
Then let us go wherever we want, whenever we want, and whoever we want, that I will continue being here, not waiting for you but admiring you. Because you are unique, you are special, and I love you.