There's nothing even special about her! Her ***** aren't huge, in fact, they're non existent. She has a big stomach, a stomach that is massive in size compared to her *****. She has a lot of pimples. She's not even smart. She loathe books! She doesn't even know how to spell the word "serious". She's not popular either, actually, there's a fair amount of people who despises her. She's annoying if you'd ask me.

But despite her imperfections and flaws, I love her. I really do. Perhaps, because of how tactless she is, or how her double chin shows up every time she laughs, or how she manages to brighten my day up even if hers also went bad, or how cute she looks when she smiles, or how sweet she acts towards me. She still crept into me.

I accepted her imperfections. I loved all the beautiful parts of her, and all the ugly too. She isn't beautiful, but her personality is. She made me a better woman because she seeks one in me. Her eyes maybe of color black, but to me, it says various words with different meanings. She's one of the few people I met that's different from the rest.

She's flawed, and so am I, and that made me love her even more. It doesn't make sense to everyone, but it makes sense to our hearts, where it really matters.