Because I love you,

I know you like the back of my hand.

Because I love you,

I know you will always be honest with me.

Because I love you,

I know you can handle yourself when you go out at night with your friends.

Because I love you,

I know you will sing to me during my insomniac nights,

dance with me when my depression returns for its encore,

talk me down when anxiety bares its terrifying face.

Because I love you,

I know you will tell me if you need me to do the same.

Because I love you,

I know you love me.

And I love you because

I know you like the back of my hand.