At the bus stop, she smiled. And smiled. And laughed, and giggled and smiled some more. And I loved it.
She has a wonderful smile. Do you know that, Bella? You do. I just melt, and I have to stop myself from staring. You're eyes are a gorgeous hazel, and you light up the darkness that fills my head on a bad day. I'm head over heels, and I don't even own any.
One day we'll just chat about normal things: weather, social lives. And then we'll banter and laugh and remind ourselves why we're here. To have fun, to laugh.
An entire kaleidoscope of colours and you never fail to make me feel pink.
