Something For Valentines Day

My dear,
I recall all the little things,
that made me love you.
None of them make any sense,
like the way you walked
or how you spoke
one cloudy day.

I can also think
of the three big things
that make me think of you:

that you trusted me, when distrust was what I would have done,
that you respected me, when I was not sure if I respected you,
and that you chose to be you, without realizing it. Without pay or reward.