We’re almost opposites, but I always think about her. The one I want and can’t have. I talk with other girls, and think about her. Our week together was amazing. I regret not saying how I felt earlier. Our two or three days with that fact were amazing. I learned about her, her life. All the things I learned that week just made me like her more. I learned about her love for strawberries, her favorite band, her moments with her family, and the items she would die to get from her grandmother. She told me how her dogs, pluckie and goldie, would bury under her covers and snuggle up to her when it was time to go to bed. Those nights spent keeping her warm when we were outside. Giving her little massages while she dozed off to bed. She was the epitome of cute, the definition of beautiful. She was the kind of girl who said she wasn’t perfect, but when I saw her, I couldn’t find any flaws. She would stare at you with those deep, multi-colored eyes. They showed a mountain morning, the deepest mountain lake, and sometimes the prettiest jade-green. She had a smile that, when you saw it, you couldn’t help but smile back. It would make you feel good when your sad, make you think of a warm spring day. The eyes would bore into you when you had a secret. They make you tell her everything about you. She doesn’t realize the power she possesses over anything you have. Any little flaw just makes her even more perfect in my mind. The spurt of red that she has in her hair makes you long to see her independent side. At first glance, and every glance after, she makes you feel an indescribable emotion. Her laugh is infectious, like a cold that everybody wants to catch. Once you spend time with her, you never want to leave. I’d do whatever I’d need to do to get her to change her mind. I want to know every fact about her life. A friend asked if I ever think about the physical part of the relationship. As ridiculous as it may seem, I told them that was the very last thought on my mind. What girl can you like that much, and not think about sex all the time? It’s the type of girl that you want to spend time with. You don’t want to ruin the perfect relationship. She’s the girl that’s always on your mind. The girls you see all over the place. The girl that was pretty before you met her, and flawless when you did. The personality of a God. The person who you want to talk to, all day, and all night. You want her to tell you all of her problems. You want to be that shoulder to cry on. She’s the one person you could listen to all day. You would go get her from another state if she needed you. You would wake yup to talk to her at any time in the night. If you ever stopped talking, your stomach would ache until you talked again. Not afraid to cuss, not afraid of general judgment. She cares what you think, but not enough to change. She won’t conform to your standards, and in this regard, she is perfect. Whenever you’re with her, you feel like you’re your own slice of paradise. She is the song you have stuck in your head. The treasure chest you can crack, but can’t open. The first thought in your head when you see her is ‘stunning’. To be without her will slowly kill you inside. She is the first smile you want to see when you wake up. She is the first laugh you want to hear. She’s the first person you want to hug, the first you want to see. She looks stunning in whatever she wears. Even when she’s sick, she has a raw beauty that can’t be taken away. The girl you can write a story about, and go until no paper is left. She is the one you would do anything for. And whatever she wants, you will do the impossible to get it. The girl you will never forget. She is the treasure chest, and I’m the kid in the attic. She is the secret I want to know. She is amazing
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