The Approximation of Infinite Love Sometimes people can't find an explanation to things, because sometimes there is no logical reason. It just is. It just becomes an essential element of life, like eating and breathing. And once again here I am trying to rediscover my philosophy of love. And by rediscover, I don't mean redefine, but rather to remember. And never have I found such a bona fide understanding as to why someone can become so dependent on one person, when he'd be just fine without ever being aware of this other person's existence. I've said plenty of times that I believe love, no matter how great, is susceptible to change, and I still believe this. But it seems as my personal love for her is eternal. She's questioned why I care so much. Sometimes people can't find an explanation to things, because sometimes there is no logical reason. I care because there's no other reason. I love her sincerity; how she either loves or hates it, and she knows it and will admit it. I love when she worries, just because I know she cares about it, and not enough people worry. But I hate when worry results in hurt, because she's too lovely to hurt. And if she hurts she won't be laughing, and that's a horrible feeling, because when she laughs, it's almost godly, because it puts me at peace inside, a peace that I often take for granted. I love to make her laugh, and I love when she makes me laugh, and she often does. This bond we have, where we can always laugh at the same things, and where we've laughed at some many things before, even if we can't laugh at them anymore, they've become cherishable moments of my life, and hopefully hers. This little fragment of a bond is a lot to me alone, but there are the other things that we share. Sometimes trivial things, like some music and movies and other forms of entertainment, art, similar lifestyles, beliefs, etc. Then the more important things; some of the things we've experienced, and all those seemingly spiritual moments (to me at least) that, for her sake I will say are none of your business, we've shared together, the conversations we've had, even the ones that have hurt me. They're all important to me, these things that have made the bond between us. I like her independent nature too, of course, to let me know she's not a push over, and whether or not she realizes it all the time, she'll never give in, and I know because of this independence, she'll be everything she wants to be in life. And that makes me happy, to be able to know she's successful, before it happens, and there's no doubt in my mind it will. But I also like it when she shows dependence sometimes too. I like it when she even does something small like lie her head on my shoulder, or the times she's kissed me or told me she loved me. She told me she loves me a while ago, and honestly, that was the first sign to let me know, "Today's going to be a good day." Her words can so much as make my day what it turns out to be. I love her words, whether spoken, written, ...drawn. In some form, she let's it be known. No matter what it may be. The things that come from the mind of hers are amazing, and her mind is amazing. I love her intelligence; she embraces the things she wants to be knowledgeable of, and I'm not sure if she realizes it or just doesn't want to say it; maybe it's because she doesn't want to be pretentious, as she tells me I am. Either way, I'm glad she refuses to let ignorance rise above her. And no matter how many times she says she's cruel to me, or how many times I've admitted that things have happened in the past that aren't worth mentioning in the present, she's one of the sweetest human beings ever to be on this Earth. And then there's me: the person people know today, would not be that person, were it not for her. She's truly the only reason I am who I am right now, and I will always believe she truly brought out the things that used to lie dormant in my mind. She is perfection, as she's conquered all the things I could ever find so great in anyone. She's beautiful. Sometimes it's hard for me to explain why I care so much for you, because there may not be a logical reason. I just do. You've become the essential element to my life. I love you, Erika.