Essay for Nichole

[15:33] xx3nvyxx42: But I would do an essay if you asked me.
[15:33] Turelie Ramaloke: william will you write an essay for me?
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: On what?
[15:34] Turelie Ramaloke: why you're with me
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: When do you want it. How many words?
[15:34] xx3nvyxx42: *?
[15:35] Turelie Ramaloke: before i go to bed
[15:35] Turelie Ramaloke: 5 paragraphs. 100 to 200 words each paragraph

Why

“Why?”. A question often asked by those who wish to know something. Some of the greatest thinkers made themselves known by asking that question when nobody else would. It takes a very intelligent person to ask such a question and come up with a good answer. Intelligent, I say, because often times that question cannot possibly be answered with 100% accuracy and therefore, coming up with a “good” answer can be quite mentally challenging. But we aren't talking about quantum physics here. It should be a bit easier to describe why I choose to be with Nichole, than to explain the space-time continuum. It's actually quite simple. Love. You might think that's obvious, and it is. So I will humor you and describe a few of the many reasons I love her.

She saved me. She convinced me to stop hurting myself when I was depressed. There's a bit of a story behind that. I was depressed after my last girlfriend broke up with me and had decided to etch a circular wound into my wrist. After we started talking, she became more important than my masochistic agenda. For the first time in a long time I felt like someone actually cared. Not to mention, she cared without knowing me. She only knew me through what she'd heard from her friend, my ex. She helped me get over my last relationship, I want so much to help her get over hers.

She made me happy. Not only did she have the ability to bring me out of depression, she reversed my mood. She has always had that effect on me. Whenever I'm sad she is there to make me happy. She is almost always available to talk, and she provides a unique point of view. She is the only person I have to talk to most of the time. She's fun to talk to and be around. There's never a dull moment with her. Even when she's in a bad mood, I find comfort in helping her get through the day and onto the next.

You may not think it based on some of her actions, but I believe she appreciates what I do. I have found that not everyone is as grateful as she. She would claim that she doesn't deserve me, but I definitely disagree. At least she cares about all I do for her. One of my best friends, I'm worried, will choose to be stubborn at the risk of losing all I offer in my friendship. I don't like to lose friends, but he has been drifting ever since I met Nichole. It makes me happy to know she likes what I do. I want so much for her to be happy.

Why do I choose to be with you? Because you mean more to me than anything or anybody else. Because I know you love me. Because you recognize the things I do when even one who would call himself my friend doesn't. Because you saved me. Because you make me happy. Because I need you. You have become a symbol of happiness in my life that I wouldn't trade for anything. Because obviously you need me. Because I want to help you like you help me. Because I want you to succeed. Because I love you. And because I would write an essay for you if you asked.