Two loving arms that will never let you go.

True fact is:

That he makes me happy. No other person has ever done that like he does.
He makes me smile. All the freakin time, even when we're not together.
I can tell anything to him, and trust him with all of my heart. That's just how much he means to me.
He laughs at my stupid jokes, and I laugh so hard I'm crying at his.
I can be myself around him, and that's all that matters. Right?
We talk twenty four seven... and guess what? I love it.
I love his family. Bottomline.
When we talk on the phone, he sometimes starts talking in these funny accents and I cry. Becuase they're so funny.
Even though we've been through a ton; we still get along just like we're best friends.
People say we're not right for each other, but honestly I believe differently.
I love him for who he is. Not for what people say he is.
I see him for himself. Not for anything else.

But in the end, 
We love each other. For who we are spirtually and not for who we want to be, or who someone makes us. But for who we truly are.