Why?
Why? Because her sterling grey eyes. Because when she laughs it’s the most ugliest of sounds that I can’t help but love. Because of her long fingers that intertwine with mine. Because of how the air moves around her. Because of how fragile she sits in a chair. Because she apologizes, like I used to. Because purple. Because of the outbursts of anger. Because she hates her perfume, but its intoxicating to me. Because of Edward Cullen, and how she doesn’t like clingy people, but yet she was in love with a character who is a psycho, obsessed, stalker. Because of pink starbursts. Because of the way she holds a cigarette. Because of how she radiates experience and life lessons. Because of who she has become. Because its over. Because she loves me, but not in that way.
