I cinta the way anda laugh. I cinta how your eyes shine when anda smile. I cinta the way anda move. I cinta the way anda get embarrassed. I cinta how anda can make me smile no matter what mood I'm in. I cinta how anda respect me. I cinta how anda respect others. I cinta that you're so honest. I cinta that I can see right through you. I cinta how anda get nervous when anda even touch a girls hand. I cinta how anda haven't diberikan up on being a gentleman like everyone else seem to. I cinta the way your hair spikes up when you're too lazy to brush it. I cinta the way anda get mad when someone does something wrong. I cinta the way anda cinta your family. I cinta the way anda put them above everything. I cinta how anda sacrifice your own wants for others happiness. I cinta how anda like chick flicks because your sisters made anda watch them.
I cinta how you're kind. I cinta how you're gentle. I cinta how anda light up my world.

I hate how anda make me think about anda all the time. I hate how anda make me want to text anda until 2 o'clock in the morning. I hate how anda make me hope that you'll come to see me and then don't. I hate how anda don't think of me the same way I do. I hate how anda make me write this letter. But most of all I hate how I cinta you.