You 

Why do I love you?

What do I love about you?

Well..

You are not afraid of being human. You admit fault when you see it without need to defend yourself.

I am. 

I've always been told how smart I am. How advanced. How fantastic my memory is. How witty. How beyond my years.

Well..

I don't often exemplify humility like you. Pride keeps me from moving forward. I allow my faults to slip through the cracks in my find in an attempt to fill them with something. Repair them. 

Not possessing the ability to admit that you are imperfect is one of the biggest flaws one can have.

I have it.

If I do something out of line, misstep, screw up.. I'm somehow blind to it until it has been bluntly pointed out to me. I'm tired of the justification. 

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for creating an ideal of who I am in my head and defending who I believe myself to be with a vengeance. 

I'm sorry for putting that ideal above you at times. Above your feelings. You did nothing to warrant that treatment. 

Will you please forgive me? This is something I am convicted about, now that I have become aware of it. 

I love the things in you that I am not. 

The differences.

I've wondered why married couples gradually become like each other, in everything from personality to wardrobe, to expression.. 

To me.. I want to become like you in some ways. Because I admire you. 

I want your dedication to a dream.

Your faith to accomplish things.

From everything from beat-boxing to film.

I've never become really good at anything in particular; except being right. My one talent is getting old and I'm ready for a new hobby.

You've often believed in my abilities more that I have myself. Perhaps because I haven't given myself enough grace for failure. To be okay with looking foolish when it's not on purpose.  

I'm going to need support in this area. Loads of it. Will you help me?

I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go.