Recovery

His Words

She's so beautiful. I could tell you to picture the most beautiful thing in the world, and whatever you pictured, doesn't even come as close to as how beautiful she is.

Her voice sounded like a combination of an angel coming down from the sky and talking to you for the first time, and sitting in the sand, hearing the waves splash by in the ocean on an early morning.

She makes me want to dance around, singing at the top of my lungs to rock and roll in the middle of the night. She makes me want to spend my day going out into the woods and finding a special spot where I can put a blanket down and stare up into the sky while holding her hand.

I want to give her a reason to smile every day, I want to immediately make her laugh if I ever saw her crying. I'd make sure no one ever hurt her, I'd make sure I give her a reason to be happy everyday. I want to wake up in the early morning and see the back of her body or her face in front of mine then go back to sleep knowing that she's still beside me. I want to take her to amusement parks and win her stuffed animals, I want to go on an adventure with her. I want her to come home to me one day so I can escort her to the living room where I've prepared her favorite meal. I want to show her the stars during night at a fire, and point up to them and tell her that "not even the stars shine as bright as you do." Most importantly, I just want to make her feel loved.

There's something about the way that every time I stop and see something, it makes me want to be seeing and doing all this with her. I've never desired or valued a girl as much as I do now. She makes me want to be a better person.