I love your phone calls and your text messages. I love the cards, notes and small presents. I love the jelly beans.

I love the I love you messages the most. Like the other day at the 406. You kept looking at me and saying, I love you. That is what the best dreams are made of.

I loved that you said that over and over, not to make me feel good, or to reassure me, but because you truly do love me. In a way, I felt like you were giving me your love.

I love how, no matter where we go, or what we do, we have so much fun together (even the smallest things like trips to the park or sitting in the car, or going to Target). I love the way you laugh and I love the fact that you laugh at my (sometimes) silly jokes. I love the fact that you get me and that you know me, in some ways better than I know myself.

I think about you a lot. There is so much that I do when we are apart, and I find myself wishing I could share those things with you.

I don?€™t want to admit that I am the jealous type, but I am. Not jealous out of fear of losing you. Jealous that I can?€™t do all the things I want to do with you.

I want you to know that you taught me a lot. Your realist perspective is not in conflict with my eternal optimist thinking. You provide me with a much needed balance. I believe we compliment each other in a lot of ways.

I love the fact that I have won you over. Not that it came easy or without a price. To go from ?€žso you?€šre saying there?€šs a chance?€? to planning a future together completely amazes me. And I won?€št stop there.

I plan to show you that there is a Happily Ever After and that we will get there.

We may have a long road ahead of us. There will be uphill climbs and bumps along the way. But it will not be all challenges. There will also be times when we can coast downhill, take our feet off the pedals, and feel the wind rushing by.

I love that you make loving you effortless. I love your love the most, baby girl. I love you to the moon and back.

I love you.

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