My girlfriend is always telling me she wished she looked like this or that, and I tell her “No baby, I love yo how you are”, this normally gets me slap on the arm, a punch in the shoulder or even occasionally a “your a lying piece of shit and I’m going to stab you” stare. She goes on insisting that I think that person is hot, or attractive as she likes to put it. “Come on I think she’s hot, so does everyone else. How do you not?” to which I tell her “Because baby, you are the prettiest thing in the world, and I have you”, which again seems to get me the same results. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to make her realize that I have never seen anything so absolutely perfect in my entire life, so stunning, beautiful, unique, cute, sexy, so addictive..I find myself sometimes lost staring at her while she scrolls down her Tumblr, Pinterest, and Esty pages, when she realizes she gets annoyed and giggles at me and tells me I’m a freak or asks what I’m doing knowing full well I cant look away so she starts making funny faces. It’s a strange sort of feeling, I find her most attractive when she wakes up with no make-up on, no contacts, one of my baggy shirts and some underwear or shorts, but also when shes brushing her teeth, wearing her NASA tank-top, shorts and her glasses, but then when i see her walk up to me at school, with her make-up, her loose, colorful, Aborigine sort of shirt, skinny jeans, converse and her black bag to the side, I once again find myself amazed with her beauty. I feel like every time I see her she gets more astonishing than the last time I saw her, and I think the longest time apart we’ve spent is a week..it is extremely hard to not get lost in her deep brown orbs, or lose myself counting her freckles she has one a bit larger than the rest under her left eye that is more than a bit cuter than the rest, I find myself entranced by her legs more than anything, occasionally we will be watching tv while holding hands and I’ll look down and re-realize how beautiful her hands are and find myself tracing her fingers or palm with the tip of my finger, I’ve never found feet attractive but, like I said, she is perfect. Her feet are so cute, and pretty and they remind me of roses in full bloom. She always asks me if I’d still love her if she cute her hair, to which i again tell her “of course baby,” I still get the same results, “but I’d miss your hair”. It is so thick, she sheds everywhere, I come home and find it in my boxers when i go to take a shower, in my socks when I kick off my shoes to relax, or in my bed after she hasn’t been over for 2 weeks, because I normally go to her house, I can’t describe the color because it seems to be the perfect combination of the whole spectrum, it glows in the sun, fulls perfectly around her face, matches her eyes, and looks great even when its up. But her physical beauty is just amplified by her curios, wonderful, stubborn, loving, caring and determined personality. There is no way to show her how beautiful she is to me, when she wishes so much was different. I wish she could see herself through my eyes, I feel like that is the only way she will realize her true beauty. But no matter how ugly she feels, how shitty she feels, how much she wishes she was different, or wishes she was someone else, I will always love her. I would feel this way about her if she were 397lbs, maybe I have love goggles. But always will, but I thought she was the hottest girl in school before I fell in love with her. Now I just see everything she doesn’t like. In remember falling in love with her, checking her out before I knew her name, diving across my room to read a text from her, sleeping next to her for the first time, kissing her for the first time, seeing her wear her glasses and everything else. And everyday she gets prettier and prettier.
Heroin would be less addictive. You are my drug of choice. I can’t breathe without you. I love you, never leave me
I wish I could just stop caring but I can’t. That’s not me, not matter what you do or say I’ll care. But its good to know you don’t think I care. I don’t feel like you like me and I don’t blame you.
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