She always has a comment, a thing to say. Every time i post online, she replies with a heartwarming silly thing. She’ll call me the man of her life. Or one of them. She knows I have a soft spot for her, it’s always been that way.
The first time i met her, i didn’t even know what that meant. I felt different, I didn’t know why. She brought me happiness that i wasn’t aware of. She changed everything. For the better.
I changed my whole life for her. She asked me to and i was happy to oblige. And that’s love, the kind that molds you. I hate when we argue, even if i am right, I always feel like i lose. One of her favorite days is coming. She always texts me to say something about it.
She’ll call me just to see if i’m well like that is her responsibility. She always laughs at my jokes, no matter how stupid they are. She has the greatest laugh! She is the most genuine person i know.
She has this capacity to be poetic in the most perfect moments. She is stubborn but holds no grudges. Not anymore. She is lovely and lively. She knows adversity and she isn’t afraid to be bold. She loves and she’s loved.
She deserved better but made do with what she got. She struggled and she survived. More than once. She is a fighter. And she is so patient! For the better and worse.
She is the type of person that you must share. She is wild in spirit, quiet in mind. She has absolute no hate in her. She is incapable of feeling that. She knows the flip side of life and yet is thankful for everything.
I don’t know what life is without her nor do i wish to know. I would gladly take her place if i could even though i could never be as strong. She praises me for who i am yet i am not complete without her.
She has my love, the type of love only she gets to have. She will always be the extension of my biggest love and loss.
She is all that and she loves me too.