The thing I love about having a relationship is that i enjoy exploring another mind, another perspective and other opinions.
Most people look for common interests in the people they wanna share the rest of their lives with. Me, I enjoy having differences, I enjoy arguing over the smallest things. I like to know the way he views everything and I like that we see things completely differently.
I like that maybe I’m the more expressive and I know how to put words into sentences, and how he has no clue what to say when he’s happy or no idea how to express his feelings when he’s mad.
I like how he’s more mature and how he knows how to deal with our issues more than I do, and how his advices are always on point, me? I can’t do that and that’s where I lose my words.
I like how he views music in a way I’d hate, music for him is all about the sounds and beats, music for me is all about lyrics and feelings. His favourite movies confuse me, and my favourite movies make him sick, but still I listen to his favourite songs and he doesn’t mind watching my favourite movie with me. I think this is true love, when despite the fact that we are completely different, we like knowing more and more about how each of us experience every little detail in life.
For me, similarities kill a real relationship. Differences bring it back to life. They give us the chance to understand how different every mind is and give us a look on how interestingly our brains work.

And no matter how wrong I think he might be, I’d still spend my whole life watching him speak his beliefs out to me. The excitement in his voice whenever he’s explaining why and how he believes in something I completely disagree on, makes me love him even more. Sometimes even if I could understand, I’d say I don’t just to hear him explain it one more time and watch the sparkle in his eyes.