So Much To Say

I love the scar on your face. I love those hip bones you hate. I love your perfectly unkempt hair and how it gets in the way…a lot. You say you don’t try, and you don’t, yet you still stand out among even the prettiest girls. I love how you get antsy when I stare at you with happy eyes, and how you stare with them right back. I love how all the pieces that make you up, make one extraordinary lady, who I can’t stand to not be around.