She asks what I love about her,
And I think of her wild brown hair that dances with her in her pokemon Pjs .
I think of her blush that starts from her neck and stains her whole face in a matter of seconds. I think of her wild smile that heightens my heart rate all the time. I think of the times she holds her head high. I think of the times she annoys me out of my mind when I wonder if she is crazy but gosh I fall harder those times.
I think of the beautiful frown she sports when she is annoyed at me. I think of the times she know which buttons to push. I think of her intelligence and of how I would give in for her. I think of the self satisfied smirk that adorns her face when she burns someone down with her words.
I think of her long toes that play with her slippers as we sit on the couch drinking coffee. I think of her hair between my fingers and her sarcasm. I think of her shine that gets me through dark nights.
I think of her smile when we are sit in the garden watching children play because that was her escape from life. I think to the time when she was hugging my favorite jacket close to keep herself warm from the chilly winds outside. I think of how sometimes I think of her as my invisible jacket. I think of her tears and how I would willingly take all blows I can, just for her.
So I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close only to whisper “I love everything. Just Everything you are.” And I know she deserves to know more. But the damn blush starts again and I think she knows exactly what I mean.
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