This Is Why I Love You.

It is a simple thing, really. Loving you.
It is easy. Or so I think.
I say this, because I now associate loving you as a part of who I am.
As a part of what makes me, me.
Like breathing.
Nothing can go wrong, as long as my existence thrives on the very existence of who you are to me.
The knowledge of that calms me. Gives me peace.
The knowledge of that, of your existence intertwined with mine, breaks me down. Pulls me back, every time I'm close to letting you go.
This is why I love you.

Love, regardless of what others see, isn't easy for me anymore.
Love is a leech that I have tried time and time again to peel off my skin.
But it doesn't matter with you.
What love does to me doesn't matter when it comes to you, because it makes the harshness of the pain,
and the suffering seem mundane.

Even in the darkest part of my heart, you see light.
Even when I'm too lifeless to believe in miracles, it's your presence that proves me wrong.

This is why I love you. Not because I have to. Not because I want to.
But because I see no other way out.
Because the emotions you ignite with words as simple as a greeting, are enough to feed my hungry wretched soul.
They are enough to bring my being salvation.
This is why I love you.

You are my calm. You are my storm.
You are my burning star.
You are my steady flame.
You are the chaos that dwells within me.
You are the familiar voice that sings me to sleep.
You are the air my lungs yearn for, so as to not choke.
You are the reason my emotions have a death grip hold on my throat.
You are the fuel that starts the fire.
You are the fire.
You are the song that'll bring me home.
You are Home.

This. This is why I love you.