She's in love. Nobody could get in the way of how she felt for him.
She loved everything about him. His eyes, his smile... Everything about him was perfect. No matter how other people see him, or how he sees himself, she will always love him for who he is. The more imperfections she sees in him, she loves him even more. He was always perfect to her.
She loved looking into his eyes. She felt as if she was looking at a combination of sapphires and emralds, beautiful crystals that shined brightly as she looked at him. She loved hugging him, so she can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, and feel safe in his arms. She loved to hold his hand, for they kept hers warm. She loved kissing him; pressing her lips against his felt as if she had her "happily ever after" in a fairy tale book. She loved the way he laughed, since it was a signal that he was happy.
As long as he was happy, she was too.
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Thoughts
RandomCollection of thoughts of a teenager who doesn't know anything about life.