Love, life, and everything in between.

Her.

I think I'm in love with her.
Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her piercings and her tattoos.
The way she does her makeup and hair.
The clothes that she wears based on her mood or the season were in.
The way she listens to music and I mean really listens to music; lyrics, melody and all.
The playlists she makes for places she's been and the people she loves.
I love when she laughs so hard she snorts and tears well up in her eyes.
I love that she tries hard and she thinks no one notices; but I do.
I love the way her hair smells and that her favorite fall scent from bath and body works is "leaves".
I love her little Pinterest boards and the ones she's certain will take place in the future.
I love how she can be messy but organized.
I love that she makes lists for everything and anything.
I love how she gets excited about the holidays and peoples birthdays.
I love that her love language is quality time.
She has her series of comfort movies she only shares to those she loves.
And gosh I'm in love with her.
I'm in love with her thoughts and her mind.
I'm in love with how she loves so deeply.
I love her despite all she's been through.
I don't care what she thinks about herself because I see her absolutely differently.
She's the image of resilience and strength.
She's the reminder that life gets better despite all the crap it loves to put us through.
I love her for being nothing more but herself.
And I can't say I've loved anyone longer because it took me 21 years to say it
& I've grown to love her.
Hey, I love you!