And I have no idea how long she will be next to me,
so I will stare at her and admire every little feature, the ice blue of her eyes,
the wanky tooth that she despises yet I love because when you smile it reminds me that imperfections can be perfection in there own way.
The way her hair is effortlessly straight, the kind of thing people damage their hair and blow their money for.
And the sound of her voice can stop my constant train of thought in an instant, so smooth and light.
And God her lips, I want to take hold her hand and kiss her firmly in front of the crowds of judge mental eyes and caress my fingers through her hair imagining were in a endless sea of smiles, even if we're not.
But I'm so damn scared to just spit our the word hello let alone put my mess of a self upon her skin because she's a clean canvas and I've always been known to leave a mess.
