To whoever is lucky enough to be her next, Sheâs jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. Itâll annoy you, fuck, itâll annoy you. But donât get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. Sheâll think every girl can see what she sees in you. Sheâs scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and donât sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please donât let her go. She has a sense of humour youâll never find in anybody else. Sheâs so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. Sheâll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright itâs indescribable, youâll know what Iâm talking about. Sheâs insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. Sheâll put the duvet over her body and sheâll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, sheâs beautiful. Remind her, every day. Sheâll blush and shrug it off but sheâll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and thatâs worth the stars in the skies. Lastly, she doesnât give second chances. She didnât give me one. I didnât deserve one but Iâll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and donât break her heart. Please donât break her heart. Because thatâll end up breaking yours twice as bad. Youâll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and youâll never fucking forget it. Love her, because sheâll love you. She doesnât do anything in halves, sheâll love you whole heartedly and sheâll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and donât make my mistake.