Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

I love you.

I love you for who you are when we're alone together. The way your eyes squint and twinkle when you're smiling. I see the wrinkles that form around the corner of your eyes when you laugh, a sign of your gaining wisdom as you age. I notice how you're conscious about the excessive acne on your face, yet I realise the confidence you possess to carry them around without seeing the slightest need to cover them up with make-up. I don't know many who would flaunt flaws out that well.

I also see the frown on your forehead when something you care about upsets you, and I see the pain inside your eyes when you're hurt. And yet it's this upfront nature and the inability to hide your true expressions on your face that makes me love you more.

I love you.

I love the way you walk into a room, showing no sign of excessive arrogance, rather a quite breeze that enters and hopes to do nothing else but leave her love behind. I watch how you keep mum when others talk, because you feel like the people around you have more important things to say than you do. I notice how you smile when someone who matters says something that upsets you, pushing it aside only to shed tears in your solitude.

But I also see the other side. The one that doesn't stop herself from giving her opinion, her advice and her endearing concern for anyone who deserves it - a family member, a friend, a stranger. The one that will shout and yell in anger if something doesn't go her way because she believes in creating the perfect atmosphere for her loved ones to live in comfort and peace.

I love you.

I love how you can be a clumsy little child, and yet an old grandmother at the same time. You could be the coolest kid on the block when you make no plans and just book that plane ticket to a foreign land, or the most uptight human being when it comes to social settings. How you would snort at the funniest joke, and yet pay so much attention to everyone's different likes and dislikes. How you don't bother about the way people perceive your torn shoes, but would make sure that everyone had enough on their plate when dining together.

I love, that no matter the situation, you work so hard to keep your moral standards upright, that it takes a certain special kind of idiot to rattle your dignity. I love how you stand your ground on things you believe in, even if you're not the best when it comes to communicating your belief to someone else.

I love you.

I love how you are when you are alone with yourself. I watch how you work so hard to attain the peace of mind you crave for so badly. How you, with so much difficulty, have started pushing away toxic thoughts and toxic people. I know you feel bad later for doing it because your heart is not as cold as you think it to be. But you know what is best. I love you for contemplating things people say - overthinking it, even - yet you try to distract yourself by doing things that are better for yourself, like reading and yoga, or watching a movie or simply talking to the higher powers, as you believe in them.

I love how you continuously struggle to achieve the higher state of mind that not many people I've seen consciously try to achieve. And yet, you take no pride in it whatsoever. I love how you still allow people to think of you as boring and too traditional, and yet, you know in your heart that you couldn't be more thankful for being an old soul.

I love you.

I love that you, in reality, don't need anybody else in your life. Your ability to carry things on your own, fix things yourself, and be the independent woman I love so much is admirable.

And yet, you don't let that affect the love and care you have for your family. You still let the opinions of others take weight in your life just so they feel like they have some control and use over you. They say you are selfish, you don't listen, and you're stubborn, and you accept all these remarks, because you know better.

I love you for the way you are.

I love you because of who you are.

I love you because you are me.