He is the one. The only one.

Why do I love him?
I love him because
I know him too well.

For me, 
he is so predictable.

I know his next words 

when we tease  

or which days 

he will be 
home late. 

I know how he 

will fix his hair 

before seeing him 

or how many kisses 

I will receive by lunch. 
I love him because
he knows me too well.
He knows me better 
than I know myself.

He always knows where 

to find my keys 

when I lose them 

(this happens 

far too often). 
He always can tell 
when I'm angry, 
sad or simply tired 
just by looking 
at my face.

I love him because
he makes me feel safe.
I've always questioned 
everything 
that surrounds me.
But with him,
I have no fears,
no doubts,
no insecurities.
The only thing 
I really care about
is loving him
and letting him love me.

I always thought that 
I was hard to love.
But he makes it seem 
so easy, 
so right, 
so perfectly fine.
That is why I love him. 
That is why I know 
he is the one.

— m.f. // He is the one. 

The only one.