Once again I sit by a fire, the roof of sycamore and redwood sprawled above my head. I usually stare at the flames but I'll stare at you instead. The window throws beautiful moonlight across the room and my eyes don't blink. I love seeing your cute little smile, all warm and welcoming, spread across your beautiful face. Your hair hanging to your back and eyes nice and bright. Life is so much better with you around. I smile at you as you ramble on or blush and laugh, just feeling luckier than anyone. I bet that singing birds are jealous of your voice, how bright you sound and are. I bet the sun feels small in comparison to your personality. I mean, I would too if I didn't love you as much as I do. You think you sound annoying but I think the most annoying thing is the silence that comes when you don't talk. I love how you act and how you think, how you talk on and on and it just makes me feel amazing. I could listen to you for hours and hours and I wouldn't be bored once. I love your mannerisms, your smarts, and your generosity. I love you. You make every moment brighter. I could live without the sun if you were next to me.
