To anyone who tries tho love her the way I do.
If you try to sing her to sleep, you'll never sing the right tune.
And don't even get me started on when it comes to bringing her flowers on a bad day.
Because if you loved her a fraction of the way I do, you would know that she despises daisies, because it reminds her of her past loves.
Or how she can't drink her coffee too hot, because of how she severely burned her tongue that time her grandmother made her milk a little too warm when she was a child.
But most of all, I despise how she might let you in, and fool her into a heartbreak she was never ready for, because I too, know how that once felt.
And to this day, I haven't quite recovered.
