Loving You

Loving you is easy because I want to. 

There’s no convincing myself that it’s the right thing to do.

There’s no debating if too much love is enough for you.

I don’t cut corners.

I don’t take breaks.

I don’t short change.

It’s all or nothing. Flaws and all.

Love No Limit.

I do it because it’s necessary.

Why wouldn’t I?

Why shouldn’t I?

When there’s nobody in my corner, you pull up a chair.

When the chips are down, you come through with a refill.

You’re like a 10 ft charger when the outlet is across the room.

Who needs an umbrella in the rain when you’re by my side?

Your love is a fresh brew of the finest Colombian roast.

Your love is priority boarding on a sold out flight.

You come through.

Always have. Always will.

Unfuckwitable.

When you love you for who you are, you never have to worry about what real love feels like.

It’s either love or it isn’t.

Loving you is just that, Loving YOU.

Love Yourself.

Love, 

Chan