Because I love you...
You say that I know you better
than you know yourself,
But somehow you are still a mystery to me.
You’re not wrong but there is a learning curve
when it comes to you,
And I have yet to master it.
I have studied you in depth,
But there is no 101 class in
Falling in love with you.
Throughout my studies I have
Memorized your quirky little details,
Made flashcards of your vernacular,
Made scatterplots of your freckles;
Hell, I even wrote my thesis on your smile.
But no matter how much I try,
I still cannot quantify my feelings for you.
Although I fell in love with the parts of you
that seemed almost perfect,
I have to live with the whole.
There are days when your mood is so low
that you can’t leave our bed…
but because I love you,
I coax you into clean clothes and drive you to work.
There are nights where we fight so violently
that my lungs are ablaze…
But because I love you,
I can understand that you didn’t mean what you said.
I now have my master’s degree in you, yet I still struggle with the basic vocabulary.
ButI have recently realized
that I do not need to fully understand you
In order to love you.
You are my favorite subject,
And you always will be.
(even though I got a B in your class.)