The boyfriend is a rather insecure man. He keeps asking why I love him. He says he’s not a very good looking man, he does not have a buff body, he’s not rich, he has many behavioural traits that annoy me… so why do I love him?

I turned around and asked him the other day why he needed to know. He said it would help him understand. I said some things you’re just not meant to understand.

That said, I don’t think I know myself why I love him.

Some days I think I love him as a result of a conditional reason - in that I love him because he loves me. I know that’s not a very good reason, but some days I think that’s part of it.

Some days I think I love him due to functional reasons. He’s hapy to talk about “issues” that I might have with our relationship and not take things personally. He’ll listen, not just hear, and make necessary changes subtlely. In short, he has skills that are essential for maintaining a relationship - and I love him for that.

Some days I think I love him because - not in spite - of his annoying traits and character flaws. I’m not sure if I would be as interested in a contented relationship where the guy worships me unabashedly and bends to my every whim and fancy. I think I would be bored.

Some days I do what most people do - I list all the goods points about him. Firstly, he’s not unattractive. He may not have Hollywood good-looks but he’s cute enough for me. And he turns me on. Secondly, he makes me laugh. Even when we’re having a disagreement, he has a knack for acknowledging my views and simultaneously put a smile on my face. Finally, I like how our bodies mould together. I feel good in his arms. And some days, I think that’s why I love him.

Posted on May 23rd, 2006 by jl
Filed under: love