I love him because he was my first love.
Because he's just as cheeky and fully of crazy ideas now as he was when we were little.
Because the quote "whoever you are, I always depend on the kindness of strangers" I truly believe was written about him - he is always there when a mother needs help carrying her pram, or a stranger needs directions. He can't help himself, he always needs to help.
Because he has a genuine fear of zombies but he can't stop watching zombie shows, and he loves it when when I do my zombie impression (just not immediately after watching said zombie shows).
Because I never stop finding new things to love about him, and he never stops surprising me.
Because his optimism and encouragement is endless.
Because he takes an interest in everything that is important to me.
Because he is fiercely protective of my best friends.
Because he takes a simple, peaceful approach to life - he keeps my feet on the ground.
Because he is ambitious and works so hard.
Because he squeezes the toothpaste tube from the middle, just like me.
Because he is just too handsome for words.
Because he is hilarious and has such a clever sense of humor.
Because he's always starting dance parties in the kitchen.
Because he always tries to help even if he has no idea what he's doing.
Because he is my best friend.
Because he is my soon-to-be husband and he get's SO happy whenever I point that out which is just the most amazing feeling in the world.