Maybe cos you are cute and adorable, sensible and wise,
or cos I love mng and purple, and have grown to fit in with your rationality;


Or maybe cos we never planned to dress the same,
or cos we're both simple street kids; cool in black, solid in faith;


Or cos you can put up with my senseless downright biasness, inherent when brutally open,
or maybe cos I care too much about you in times of need;


Or maybe cos you leave me be with my crazy muahchee and cheese fries obsessions,
or cos I dare to be myself with you;


Or maybe cos you are sincerely honest, truthfully kind,
or cos I then learn to love what you love and vice versa, with a ring to seal it;


But all maybes aside, assuredly, I love you for being you.

Thank you, through the good and bad, for hanging on with me.
7 years of knowing you, 3 years of being my best friend.

The Lord will provide, and mind you, there are 6 more years to endure and stay in my good books by the big white day;)