His favourites
my hands, he said they were dainty and fit in his.
my eyes, when when he looked into them all he saw was love
my hair, the way it moves was mesmerising
my lips, how kissible they were and how sweet my words were
my body, and how he could call it his
how poetic my words are
the way I walk
how I move
how i breath
the way I yelled songs at the top of my lungs in the car
my strong passion to help others
how I looked in white
when I wore our promise ring
how I breathed
how I did everything
me just exsiting.

















