You might ask me why I don't date one of the drop dead tumblr girls, some of the absolutely stunning ones, who every time you glance at them, you're forced to pick up your jaw, cross your legs, and like/reblog. The ones who have an astounding following, a near-perfect taste in music, are fun to talk to, and who make you feel like you have so much worth, and gives you meaning to live. Well the truth is, I already am, and I wouldn't change a thing about her. She is all of the above, and more. Every time I look at her, I get the dumbest-looking grin on my face. I have to hide my face inside my shirt, to conceal my blushing. I remember talking to her, and not wanting to be anywhere else but there with her, listening to her talk about anything. The simple sound of her voice is enough to lull me to sleep, but interesting enough to keep me attend and tuned in to her, There's no other way I'd rather spend the rest of my life, than with my tumblr girl.