Why

It's a question that's asked a lot in life. There isn't one specific answer - there can't be. But here are a few.

It could start with the little things. Small, unseen nuances. The shape of each letter when you write. The way you wrap your fingers around the stem of a wine glass, the pattern in which you brush your teeth. How you walk. One foot before the other. Grace in each stride. Bold and brave. Demanding attention from anyone else around you, even if it isn't purposeful. A confidence in your saunter that can't be ignored. You're strong. Independent. Empowered. How you don't let the world get you down - people can think what they want, say what they want, but you know yourself and brush it off. It could be how your fingers twitch when you're in a deep sleep. Muscles firing off in little spasms every now and then. The warmth of your body. The kind that'll keep someone from wanting to leave a bed in the morning, holding them under all the layers. But in all honesty, those are just the simplest of things.

It's because of your hair. How absolutely lush it is - flowing down onto your shoulders in all of it's auburn glory. I could play with it between my fingers forever. Curling it around my hands, nestling my face in it, breathing in deeply - becoming intoxicated by it's smell. Light and sweet, almost exotic. It's because of your skin. Soft. Perfect. Freckled. Spread out with no discernible pattern. They give you character - reminding me how perfect imperfection is. Maybe it's your legs. The way a dress falls over them, covers them - but only enhances them. It could be their shape. Their length. Their color. How they bend when you're still wrapped in a comforter, early in the morning, amongst the haze that is still lingering in your brain. How your toes curl around the straps of a sandal - holding on but more than ready to be out in the fresh air. To announce their presence to the world. Proud to be out. It's because of your smile. Bright and magnificent. The way your cheeks rise and your nose scrunches. A twinkle in your eyes. Mischievous and joyful. Able to stop me in my tracks. I could become lost in them for days. Deep and inviting. Windows into your intimidatingly brilliant mind.

Because of your soul. It's pure. Honest. You listen. You watch. You absorb. You're not caught up in yourself. The world around you is ongoing and you don't forget that. You realize no one is perfect, including yourself and you recognize the flaws in others, as well as your own, but you strive to correct them, making yourself and others better. You make me smile. Unlike anyone else I've ever known. Gotten some of the deepest, truest, heartiest laughs to echo out from my lungs - made my stomach hurt. It's also your brilliance. I can sit and speak with you forever. About anything, anyone. You're opinionated, strong, sophisticated. Passionate. You make me envious. Push me to be a better person, although you already have. You've pulled down layers, knocked down walls, broken through barriers that needed to come down - helped me grow.

Our adventures. The hours laughing together - howling into the early morning. Laying on our backs on top of a giant boulder, staring up into the sky. Counting the shooting stars that streaked by as they disintegrated in our atmosphere. Falling asleep in my car, listening to the ocean crashing a few hundred feet away. Riding a train to a city we've never been to before, not only in another country, but on a completely different continent. Danced with me until 7am. Showed me some of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen. Been my copilot for thousands of miles. The memories. Because you're the type of person everyone longs to have as a friend.

By this point, maybe there is an answer to the question.

It's because you're you.