To be complimented by a race I find pretty superior to mine (in terms of looks)

i can't believe how you can look at me so intently. i have always thought that i was ugly and not worth a second glance. somehow, you chase those negative thoughts aside when you gaze at me and laugh at my every word. i love you for it.

i told my bestie to be wary of things when they seem too good to be true. YOU are too good to be true but I love it and I feel secure knowing that I'm yours and that you are mine. The smiles you put on my face-they're priceless. I love your dry wit and the way you make me go wow in amazement as you tell me something new about yourself. i'm smitten. indeed i am

i have to believe that each touch, each caress, each loving glance you sweep my way is not for the moment; that you do indeed have love for me bursting out from deep within you; why the change? you suddenly hug me like you haven't seen me for a year, keep pulling me to you like i'm about to let you go. no i'm not complaining. it's just that... i'm too scared to think of what would happen to me if i believed that you're really mine, all mine, when you are, in fact, not. i do not seem obsessive and jealous now but trust that my love for you is so fierce that i would really break apart if you ever leave me.

I...
look forward to seeing you every weekend; come by on Friday nights knowing that I have to leave you early the next day (just like a ONS)
love your wit, your unpredictable moods, your attention and your care for me, the way you jokingly piss me off to pull me into a tight hug and to ruffle my hair and to breathe me in
get chills just looking at you. How you can be so tall, so muscular, so... HOT
love telling people stories about you; how you can treat me to a weekend filled with unfulfilled childhood wishes (in the form of Lego), and how you love me. I know you do.
am thankful you do not put me down. No pressures for sex, no comments that I'm ugly (yes, you still call me fat but I have finally understood it to be you joking around), constant affirmation that I look pretty and that I'm your trophy (even without makeup-god, I love you for it)
feel awed by how you're so considerate. You shave, make sure you're clean before even asking me to open my mouth, and do not even demand for me to swallow you down.
am finally complete in my knowledge of you (the more pressing matter e.g. why you left your gf/why she left you) and i have no more doubt. i trust you whole.
see myself with you. not just for the next year, but for the next 10, 50, 100. I LOVE YOU.

you make me happy and i look forward to seeing you or hearing from you
don't think it's puppy love to me anymore
sure, there's the puffed-up feeling i get when telling people, Hey! i'm not single anymore!
but overall, it's all about meeting you, and feeling wanted by you.

seriously, what are we?

tomorrow will be interesting.

i have sought solace in someone else during my depressed period
i suppose i shouldn't question why you can't do the same

you have been very attentive, caring, and i love talking to you
thankfully i have been quite numb and i have not been letting my emotions through; that's how i have been surviving disappointments that you are still not over her

guess you don't come hassle-free as well
despite your nicknames, flirtations, friendliness

perhaps they are just that.. and we're both friends