I find we've come to a point in our relationship where our bonds are similar to those of siblings. A kind of unconditional love for an unchosen sister. The fact that you are parts of my life is no longer a choice but a fact, an unavoidable fact ; I cannot picture life any other way but with you in it : it is not an obligation, not a constraint : it just is.
For sure you have many faults, and I know them all. I understand your way of thinking, even in the darkest places. I do not love you despite these facts but because of them. I take you whole like a mother loves her child's cry, I love your selfishness and other sins. It is a very peculiar way to feel, for it is against human nature to enjoy other peoples floors, to cherish them almost as much as I cherish your qualities. It is a masochistic sense, sort of the like when your mouth is cut and you can't stop yourself from tonguing the sore . But not quite. The feeling is more subtle. The feeling is indescribable. Yet you should understand what I'm feeling for (I hope) you feel the sale way towards me.
I probably don't say this often enough. I love you so very much.
For sure you have many faults, and I know them all. I understand your way of thinking, even in the darkest places. I do not love you despite these facts but because of them. I take you whole like a mother loves her child's cry, I love your selfishness and other sins. It is a very peculiar way to feel, for it is against human nature to enjoy other peoples floors, to cherish them almost as much as I cherish your qualities. It is a masochistic sense, sort of the like when your mouth is cut and you can't stop yourself from tonguing the sore . But not quite. The feeling is more subtle. The feeling is indescribable. Yet you should understand what I'm feeling for (I hope) you feel the sale way towards me.
I probably don't say this often enough. I love you so very much.
