Rainbows

Oh, It's everything.

Her hair. Tangled and knotted as she comes to every morning, brushed aside as an afterthought when she yawns. Cascading down her back in rivulets after she showers, it fills the room with the scent of lilac as she asks for the time. Don't get me wrong, her hair is everywhere. It sheds like crazy. It's in my face far more than I'd like to admit. But there's also nothing I love more than running my fingers down the tresses, removing each tangle with love.

Her body. Fuck, her body. She's beautiful, ethereal, almost glowing with her aura. She's tiny, but at the same time everywhere at once. Her face, so bubbly and expressive. Her hands, which fit so perfectly within my own. Her legs, which despite her short stature seem to go on forever. I can't seem to help myself, I'm always in contact in some way. My hands on her hips as I "brush past", my head resting in her lap, giving her a massage as we watch Friends.

Her personality. It's enormous. She lights up a room simply by being in it, and you couldn't possibly hope to miss her. She's passionate and it shows in everything she does. She has her own brand, she's partnered with the biggest sports company on the planet, she has millions of fans, and none of it ever changes her in any way. She's still the humble and down-to-Earth person who I've grown to love over the past ten years. There isn't a selfish bone in her body, she's intelligent, and the perfect mix of maturity and immaturity which always keeps me on my toes.

But my favourite is her smile. There aren't words to express what it is about it that I love so much, but that will never stop me from trying. It's everything, a microcosm for her entire spirit. It's passionate yet inviting. When it's directed at you, it's the only thing in the world that matters. It just –

It makes rainbows.