Look at her.
She is an extraordinary sight to see.
She’s as free as the Wind, light as the Sun, and guarded as the Moon.
She is the 8th Wonder of the World.
Don’t you know you can never control her?
Wish you may, wish you might, but deep down, you know couldn’t stop her, even if you tried.
She is chaos, destruction, and fury.
She is the entire Universe with a single smile.
The way her lips curl at the edges of her mouth when she grins makes your heart skip beats.
No matter where she is or who she’s around, she throws her head back and laughs like she means it.
Everyone pauses and turns around to see her not having a care in the world, and for a split second, you see them smile.
You feel the way they do too.
Whenever she’s around, it’s all laughter and smiles and genuine joy.
She brings it with her where ever she goes.
Happiness. Pure and simple.
She is incredibly kind. Been wearing her heart on her sleeve since 9 years old.
Even after everything she’s been through,
All the heartbreak and loss and tears and blood,
She still loves with her whole heart,
Her entire being.
Open arms, open mind, everyone wants to be around her.
But when she’s bad, the whole World sways.
You can feel her glare burn through your flesh, straight to the bone.
Blank expression, blunt attitude.
No bullshit.
No nothing.
It hits her all at once.
The make-believe fades away slowly and she’s left having to deal with every single fucking thing she runs away from.
Always avoiding, constantly changing the subject.
She never allows it to be her turn to grieve.
She picks up all her pieces, the ones scattered around her feet, and puts them away for later, for a more convenient time for her to fix.
Broken, tired, but still brilliant.
She is so much to handle, and yet, you never feel like she is.
She does things because she wants to, not because she has to.
She cares because her heart is golden and exhausted.
She knows everyone deserves the kind of love that makes you feel calm.
And so she loves like that; like everyone she will ever meet depends on it.
Look at her.
Tell me how you don’t see what I see.
The way she pushes her hair behind her ear, once, twice, nine times because her hair refuses to stay put and she sighs in frustration and lets it be.
How she chews with her mouth wide open on purpose to make her friends look at her with disgust only to squeal with laughter at all their reactions.
Her eyes and how they manage to look so bright and vivid, yet so heavy with sorrow.
Her mouth, how soft her lips look, and how badly you want to kiss up on her neck.
Can’t you see how magnificent she is? She’s more than a face and a body. More than skin and bones and muscles and nerves.
She’s her thoughts, dreams, aspirations, opinions.
She is everything you could ever want to know, everything you wish you could become.
She is love. She is strength. She is kindness.
Look at her.
Now you know why I’m in love with her.
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