Is This Love?

October 1st

    I crave her.

I crave her soft lightless touch, her sweet vanilla smell, the feel of her loving thoughts mixing with mine, and even the taste of her sweetness in my mouth. I crave holding her in my arms as she lays motionless while sleeping. I crave late nights watching movies together until she slowly slips into a deep slumber. I crave waking up to a beautiful sleeping girl next to me. I crave the feeling of walking into my house and not being so lonely anymore.

She is perfect in every way; body, personality, grades, style. I adore the way her body is fit but not too muscular. She has the perfect long pale legs yet somehow she is still short for the average woman. Her waist length black hair sways ever so slightly when she glides across the floor, her hips slightly swaying the opposite way. I adore the small details like how her eyes glow, almost looking like the whole universe is stored in them, when she becomes excited aven over the smallest things. The way she crosses her short and slightly chubby fingers, that always happen to have new nail designs every week, when she becomes nervous over something being in her favor as if hoping to become lucky, is just the most amazing thing.

She shares the perfect innocent smile as she warmly welcomes anyone who passes her, or uses that smile of hers to cheer up a melancholy person. She seems to have everyone she meets in a better mood from her positive attitude, she always being there for even strangers. Yet she has yet to acknowledge my existence. I prefer it like this for now, staying in the shadows. I can get to know her better like this. She has never recognized my lurking, my watching, or my stalking. She hasn't seen my plans for our future but she will soon. I'll make Delilah Lee Moori even more beautiful than she is now.