Tori Kelly, The Way Up To The Stage (@Torikelly_Story)

There's this girl that I really adore. I love her beautiful blond hair that looks like it is made of gold. I love it how it falls perfectly around her marvelously shaped face with the skin that protects her from the sad, atrocious world around her. I love her beautiful big brown eyes that can make you dream far away, those eyes that can make you believe you can see the future when you look into them. I love that gorgeous smile that repletes the void in your heart and that fills up the cracks with love and desire. I love that touch that leaves you with eagerness for more, that makes you feel like you're untouchable, yet so weak and fragile. Not even to talk about that amazing voice, that voice that reaches deep into your soul and fondles your heart that causes the shivers to run down your spine. The tangibility of your soul is discernible, yet you feel unveiled, but it's okay because she is the only one who can touch your bare soul with her touch so tenacious and sturdy yet so powerless and friable. It leaves your heart at the edge not knowing to make that jump, unknowing where you'll land, or remain reluctant and never find out what could have arised if you would have taken the risk. The eager to conquer her heart, the things you would do to make her all yours. It is fully worth the strife because I know she would alleviate the pain and heal the battle wounds with her kindness and her gentle and caring heart.
She may not be a queen, a saint nor an angel, but to me she is all that and much more. She is the one and only person I want to open my eyes to every day. I want to see that shimmering in her eyes when she opens them every morning. I want her to lay next to me and hold my hand and I want our only fights to be about who is crazier than the other. It takes time to get me to this point, to make me succumb for a girl like her, but she instantly had me in her grasp. People always told me to follow my dreams so I did...