The Reason
How could I answer to that?
The reason why I love her?
That is like asking me why bad stuff happens to good people. Or why other planets cannot sustain life.
I simply do not know.
I can give you a string of thoughts though.
I can tell you about how her eyebrows raise when she smiles. How her voice is like the song I need in the worse of times. How I want to give her the world, how I want to hold her hand. I can tell you how her lips parts when she thinks. I can tell you how she has to pull up her pants every other minute because she never wears belts, or any accessories for that matter.
I can tell you how the way her body curves, and how perfect my arms feel around her waist. I can tell you how the touch of her hand is the best feeling in the world. How she crunches her nose, and puckers her lips when I kiss her. I can tell you how she is nervous sometimes, and looks for refugee in her phone. How she makes silly jokes that make me smile foolishly.
I can tell you how perfect every detail about her is. And that still wouldn't be enough to explain to you, how much I enjoy hearing her talking, how much I enjoy her smile and the way she sways her hips.
It wouldn't be enough to make you understand how much I miss her. How much I miss her lips on my hand, her weight on my lap, and my burying my face on her neck.
How she keeps the monsters away.
I just simply love her. As cheesy as, To the moon Pluto and back.













