What he loves about her isn't her drunk voice when she talks or her beautiful spontaneous laugh or even her breathtaking brown hair. He loves the cracks within her voice when she sings, He loves when she manages to be that strong girl again after whatever the hell she might go through, He loves when she tells him about embracing and genuineness, He loves her when she wakes up in the early morning with her hair up making her bitter coffee. He loves her even if she thinks that she's not worthy of that love.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
