So, I tell myself I love her...
Well, what is it I love about her? Do I know what love really is? Haven't I gone through too many "I love yous" that weren't that at all?
If I love her... What is it that I love about her?
Her smile. It's cliché... But God, her smile.
The person she has made herself to be. She's so damn passionate. And I'm so very proud of where she is now. She's gonna be so great one day. I know it.
The way she cares. The way she loves. She doesn't know how to love halfway. She does so with everything that she is.
She's so beautiful. So very. And yes physical. But also as a person. Damn. She's such a deep and beautiful soul.
I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her.
I think this is real this time. I hope it is. 💕