I think I love you....

From Allison
The rules: Make a list of your loves. The only catch? You can’t include a single person you know on your list. No “I love the way my husband laughs” or “I love hearing my little girl call for me.” It’ll be tough, I know. But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love.

I love documentaries and the little glimpse into someone else’s world they provide.
I love movie trailers with catchy lines.
I love crying while sitting out in the rain, it’s so cleansing.
I love to buy notebooks, but I never write in them.
I love photography, capturing something beautiful and saving it forever.
I love singing even though I’m always off key.
I love watching movies over and over.
I love reading books, but I can never read them twice.
I love to be honest and sometimes it’s brutal.
I love to dance even though I can’t at all.
I love waking up with one of my dogs begging to get on my bed, picking him up and snuggling for a few extra minutes before I start my day.
I love that I can parallel park with ease.
I love the smell of banana cake.
I love hair dye, and the new identity it can create.
I love shoes, all styles and colors.
I love green eyes, and I wish I had them.
I love freckles.
I love my tiny hands.
I love my claddagh ring, and what it means to me.
I love swimming, the lightness and ease of being in the water.
I love shampoo and conditioner smells.
I love being in rooms with no lights on.
I love the sun.
I love white finger nail polish.
I love orange tic tacs.
I love the fact that I can’t play any card games except for go fish.
I love that I suck at spelling out loud.
I love that I have a list of names for my future children.
I love butterflies and ladybugs.
I love paper crafts and jewelry making.
I love intelligent conversation.
I love the opportunity to share.