pieces | ethma

sweet

Grayson

She's the kind of girl who sits by the window on a rainy day, eating freshly baked cookies from her mother and writing poetry in a notebook she only lets certain people see.

The kind of girl who willingly (and eagerly) spends her Saturday mornings at the local library, reading children's books to young kids. They love her voice, and she loves reading to them.

She'll memorize all of the words to your favorite songs because she knows it'll make you smile, but also give you something in common.

She's quiet, but has a lot to say when we're alone. Like I'm the only one she feels the most at home with. Like I'm the one she can tell anything to. Knowing I bring her that kind of comfort warms my heart because she's only this way around me.

She's the kind of girl you hope is your soulmate. Even if she's not exactly dating me, she still lets me into parts of her life that nobody else gets to see.

Her hair is beautiful. Golden, with a hint of light brown. Her skin is sun-kissed, and her eyes are a sweet Amber color like dark honey, or the glass of a shattered beer bottle. In the winter they're more chocolate like than stained glass.

Her smile is radiant, and contagious. She lights up every room she walks into.

She'll listen for days, but also can talk for miles. She loves going on walks with me.

She's the sweetest girl I've ever met, and she's everything I've ever wanted to fall in love with.

The best part of it all is knowing that she's mine.