Everyday, you asked me why I loved you. And every time, I couldn't give you one simple answer because there is just so much about you that I love.

I love your blonde hair that captures the sun's light and is very soft to the touch.

I love your ever changing eyes that are icy blue one moment then a beautiful violet the next.

I love your ever smiling lips that never seem to falter even when the world is spiraling out of control. I love their softness and their warmth. I love how you pout like a child when you want something or when I tease you.

I love all of your many faces, even your game face despite it scaring the hell out of me. I love your sleeping face, your pleasure face, I mostly love your happy face. Everyone can say how much you look like your brother but I can never make that mistake.

I love your laugh. It may not be a full blown loud laugh like mine but its still a laugh. Those times where you do laugh full heartedly, it reminds me of a child who just enjoys life.

I love your voice even though its soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. I also love how it sounds when its just me and you during our intimate times. No matter what your quiet voice is the peaceful eye of a storm.

I love the way you talk because you have so much to say, so many good ideas, so many hopes, dreams, anger, sadness, happiness, scariness, fears. If only they knew you like I know you, they would be surprised by all you have to say. I especially love the different ways you say "I love you" because no matter what mood you're in, you mean it.

I love your patience. Every world meeting, you sit there, quietly waiting for a chance to speak. Even when America cuts you off, you still try to speak or you sit quietly and just enjoy our madness. I really loved your patience when I still couldn't get over Hungary or Italy. You didn't really care that they were my first loves and yet you patiently waited for my heart to be completely filled with you.

I love your shoulders because they're always there for me to cry (in secret) on. I love your arms because of the warmth I feel when we embrace. I love your hands with their long delicate fingers. I love their softness and gentleness.

Most of all, I love your heart because its forever welcoming and offers so much love that I drowned in it. Your family will always come first in your heart and I'm just grateful that there was room for me.

I hope, that in the years to come, that you always stay as the Canada I love. That even though the world is ending, I hope to see you smiling. Even when the universe finally causes me to fade away, I hope the last thing I see as I fade is your face.

And I hope that you never forget the reasons why you love me too.