Short Stories And Such

her.

And I sit and I think,
"Gosh, all the things she doesn't know.
Like how her eyes twinkle when she talks about her passions.
And her smile shines brighter than all the stars in the sky.
And her lips taste like sugar and cherries and iced tea and honey.
Like how her hands leave my skin searing as if touched by burning coals.
And she smells like peppermint or peach, or both.
And her palms rub gentle circles into my skin as I curl up to her side.
But most of all, how much I love her.
She doesn't know that there is a piece of my heart, and my soul, that will always belong to her.
She doesn't know that I'd die a hundred times over for her.
She doesn't know that at night, I can't fall asleep without the soft sounds of her heartbeat beneath her skin.
She doesn't know that she means the world to me.
She doesn't know how much I love her."