Word to the wise:
Never ask a girl why she likes her boyfriend. She’ll probably get a childish
grin across her face and won’t shutup for the next few hours. Most girls can go
on for hours and name more reasons than they have hair follicles about why
their boyfriend is so much better than anyone else’s. Most girls... But I’m not
one of those.
When
someone asks you ‘Why?’, your answer begins with ‘Because…’. What did English
class teach you about this word? It’s a conjuction whose meaning is ‘for the
reason of; due to the fact that…’. In Layman’s terms: When you hear the word ‘Because’,
you’re about to get an excuse or a reason. You’re about to get an explanation
to justify someone’s actions, thoughts, or feelings. And that’s not how my
heart works. I can’t give you a million excuses why I like my boyfriend. I can’t
give you a hundred reasons why I like my boyfriend. My heart doesn’t have to
prove anything to anyone. It likes who it likes and there isn’t a damn reason
why.
So if
you ask me if my boyfriend is cute, I’m going to say yes – because he is. If
you ask me if he makes me smile, I’m going to say yes – because he does that,
too. He also has one of the best playlists I’ve ever heard, he’s smooth without
even trying, he gives the best hugs, and I adore his curls. These aren’t
reasons why I like him. These are additives, extras, bonuses, things that make
liking him even better. I don’t like him because he has blonde curls that I can
run my fingers through. If that would be true, I wouldn’t feel the same way if
he cut his hair.
If you
have to base your feelings for someone on physical characteristics, material
possessions, or even on anything at all, you probably don’t have any real
feelings at all. If you have to back your love up with excuses or reasons,
maybe you need to rethink it. People always say that there’s no such thing as
falling out of love because you either still do or you never did. But there’s something
everyone’s missing. The wife that doesn’t
love her high school sweetheart anymore after 12 years is probably telling the truth.
Don’t call her a liar. She fell in love with the seventeen year old boy who
walked her down the hallway and carried her books. One day, she woke up and that boy was gone. He
grew older, into a man who is starting to wrinkle and whither.
So,
back to the original question: Why do I like my boyfriend? Why do I want to be
with him? What about him makes me want to stay? If the past four hundred
seventy one words didn’t answer any of those questions, maybe I can answer with
just three more. Why do I Iike my boyfriend? I just do. Plain and simple, short
and sweet. I didn’t need five hundred words.
