Remember that? You sent me that a long time ago. You told me that's how you felt about us. I honestly had to laugh when you sent that. I laughed because it was in no way true. You don't see yourself the way I do. You don't see how beautiful you are. And I know you would probably kill me for calling you beautiful. Lord forbid I discredit your manly barbarian ways.
But really, you are beautiful. Your face lights up in a way that can only be described as enthralling. Your laugh is a melody, loud and boisterous and amazing. I know you hate it but it takes over your whole body. Your chest rumbles and your shoulders begin a dance of their own when you laugh. Your eyes close, your cheeks become red, your smile makes an appearance and I can't help but feel content.
You, are a work of art. An original piece that can't be captured quite right. You are the most exquisite sight, and no words could ever do you justice.
YOU ARE READING
Love Notes.
Hài hướcThis is simply the inner ramblings of my mind. Also revolves around my boyfriend. Maybe he'll read them someday. Fun fact: the cover is a screenshot between us.
