For days, you have been in my mind, in my subconcious, and in my writing.

And all that can cross my mind is how in love I am with you, and how in love you are with her.

But regardless of who that love is for,

I still love seeing the way your eyes light up as she walks by you as if the sun was reflecting in your eyes.

And I love the way you would smile with your heart the way you see it in the movies.

And I loved the way her name would roll off your tongue as though you have practiced it over and over again.

And I love the way you can always see beauty in her, whether inner or outer and how you will tell her everyday.

And I love the way you tell her how much she means to you as the weeks go on and the time passes by.

I really do love everything you do for her.  It's just, sometimes when I'm alone in my room, I wish it were all for me.