I love you, like the smell of number 9, like the color of a Major scale.

I have asked so many times. How?

How do you love me? How?

And I say that. because I'm me. Most of the time.

thinking, you may love this person I am to you, this image, as it happened before.

 and I had to fetch this better version of myself made by the other one, who I wanted to stick around.

How do you love? not how much. not how come? but just simply how.
as a person, a friend. a lover, someone you also want to stick around. when life turns its back.
when business thrives. no matter how future could come. 

How you loved me, I asked. and keep questioning cause I want to understand. I know life and love got so many sides. so many versions and perspective, and each one of us could be rigth. 

I don't want to be rigth. or wrong. or me or your image. or wall or bridge. leaving or staying.

I know. I love you. 

"would you take me as I am"