Why her?
I frequently question myself. Why? Why is the sky blue? Why is water called water? Why is right, right or left, left? Why do I love? What about this blue eyes beauty makes me love her? At night in bed, I think about her, not in a creepy way, but a curious way. Maybe it's the way her blonde hair falls perfect every time, maybe it's the way her blue eyes shine when she hears or sees something she loves, maybe it's the way they light up when she tells a story, maybe it's the way she smiles. She has a perfect smile. Maybe it's the way she laughs, she has an adorable laugh, maybe it's because she's so beautiful. Hell, she's a ten! Maybe it's how she's so dingy yet smart, maybe it's her positivity, how she lights up the room when she walks in. How she's the funniest person I've ever met, maybe it's cause after we spoke for the first time ever I couldn't get her out of my mind. How she's secretly broken and she's terrified to show her pain; maybe it's because she's perfect. My perfect.
