She was beautiful
In just who she was
In the way I thought her eyes might shine and glow
In the way that I tried to draw her but it didn't come out right enough
In the way that I imagine her perfectly and she proves me wrong
In the way that she is more than perfect
In the way that she is not really perfect
In the way that she was perfect for me

I loved her in the way
A cat loves the warming sun
The rain loves the wind
A pen loves its ink
A best friend would ask for love metaphors
A piano loves hands of all kinds
I was not taught to love because she deserved to be loved better
In that way, I guess

I fell for her
Hard and deep
And I'm sure she won't believe it when I tell her
That I want her
Even if I can't kiss her all the time
Like I really want to
Even if I act stupid and spacey
Even if she is an ******* sometimes
I want her

I don't do this enough
But I love her
And I want everyone to know
I want to hold her hand
And hug her
And kiss her
Like she deserves
I want to tease her
And make her laugh
And see her smile even when she's upset
I want to tell her it will all be okay
And for her to not believe me
And to childishly say
"How do you know?"
And for me to reply
"I know because I'm always right"
And for her to grab my hand
Before I leave
I want her
I love her.
I can't let her forget that.