He thinks of the word “love” the same way I do, maybe that’s why I “love” him. He always says: “..to love is to respect, admire and to appreciate. To love is to sympathize with, to lend an ear to, to offer a helping hand and to accept. To love is to cherish, rely on, support, encourage, protect, hug and kiss. To love is to miss.” That’s what he said when I asked him; why do you love me? Sometimes we love ourselves for different reasons, and to find someone who might love us for the same, is rare! He got closer to me and put his hand on my tattooed wrist and said: “I love you because you want to change the world. I love you because you are who you are because of you. I love you because you did not love me fast. I love that you don’t need me, you want me. I love that you never called me your other half, because I do not want to love a ‘half’, I love you because you are whole. I love the way you know how to love. You don’t live to love, you love to live, and that is only you.” I love him! I love his feminism, I love his humanity. I love his dignity and determinism. I love his sense of humor and the way he loves me. I love his mind and the way he thinks. I love the books he reads, the newspaper he buys and the magazines he keeps. I love his favorite playlist on my desktop and the way he scrolls down my homepage. I love his humility, his serenity and the fact that he’s different. I love that it took us so much time to love each other. None of us believe in love from the first sight, first week, first month or even first year. I love him because he loves me and he loves me because he loves the way I love him and how his love to me makes me love him more. I do not believe in falling in love. You do not fall, it is a path you choose to walk and you are supposed to enjoy walking. He nods his head, he agrees. He gives me his charming smile (I am not the type that gets charmed though, now I do, only from his smile)