I am in love with her.
I am in love with the way she brushes her hair over one shoulder
and her eyes go deep green when she's happy.
And how she grinds her teeth when she concentrates.
I am in love with the dimples above her top lip when she laughs,
and the mess of curls that she calls bed hair.
I am in love with the fact that she makes me want to write poetry
and make art.
But most of all,
I am in love with the way she holds me,
the fact that she knows my dreams, my nightmares, my scars...
And the how she usually knows what I'm thinking before I do.
She is my best friend,
the girl I love,
and so much more.
So, Yes.
You were right.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I am in love with her.
I am in love with the way she brushes her hair over one shoulder
and her eyes go deep green when she's happy.
And how she grinds her teeth when she concentrates.
I am in love with the dimples above her top lip when she laughs,
and the mess of curls that she calls bed hair.
I am in love with the fact that she makes me want to write poetry
and make art.
But most of all,
I am in love with the way she holds me,
the fact that she knows my dreams, my nightmares, my scars...
And the how she usually knows what I'm thinking before I do.
She is my best friend,
the girl I love,
and so much more.
So, Yes.
You were right.
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