I don't think you understand what it's like to see her when she 's passionate about something.
The way she sits up and immediately focuses on one thing.
The way her eyes light up, and her words come out too quick, and the way she uses her hands to talk.
The way she forgets about everything else, anyone, anything.
The way she looks me right in the eye
The way she tells me off
The way her lips quirks as she tries to keep a straight face
I don't think you understand what it's like to see her in her true beauty.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
I don't think you understand what it's like to see her when she 's passionate about something.
The way she sits up and immediately focuses on one thing.
The way her eyes light up, and her words come out too quick, and the way she uses her hands to talk.
The way she forgets about everything else, anyone, anything.
The way she looks me right in the eye
The way she tells me off
The way her lips quirks as she tries to keep a straight face
I don't think you understand what it's like to see her in her true beauty.
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