When you ask me to explain why I love you, I can't. Because honestly, there's not one reason. Theres not five, nor ten, nor one hundred. I love you for everything you do, everything you say, every feeling you cause. I love you for the pain you cause, and the joy you bring. So, when you're upset that I say "I just do," think about that, and think about how you don't feel the same. And think about how upset I am. I can't explain it, but you can't feel it. Now, tell me whats worse.