A Love Letter

Love is difficult to describe at a young age.

Is it the way they hold you, the sweet words they whisper in your ear, the commitment and communication, or is it all just about sex? Love is described differently for each person who has experienced its riches. Yet no one really knows the true definition of love. However love isn't agile or a dream come true. Love is lonely and harsh. Love is something that can only be described as fate and I know that sounds cliché.

He isn't exactly the brightest, or the most attractive person in the world. He doesn't have the perfect personality and doesn't have a suit of armor. He's inexperienced and clumsy, and has a hard time being serious. But he's smart and intelligent, he has the most beautiful smile and an attractive laugh and voice. His eyes have the perfect amount of oak, gold and green. His body isn't the worlds standard of perfect but he's so soft and warm. He has the worst sense of humor but always makes me laugh, and his sarcasm is just like my own. Every day that goes by it becomes more apparent to me that's it's all about him.

Him...

Just him...