iloveyou.

I was afraid to lose her and so I promised myself, as I watched the sun make its appearance from behind the hills that I would always be sure that she knew how exactly I felt about her. I didn’t ever want her to second guess my heart or the words that I shared with her. I needed her to know that I loved her and that I thought she was beautiful. But not just physically. Her image was what made me fall in love with her in the first place. Now that we’re together, her green eyes, her white hands, her habits, her love but I haven’t always known those parts of her. I initially fell for her poetry and compassion and the way she laughed when she was scared. I fell for the pretty and the times when we knew what the other person was thinking about, despite any silence. I fell for her forgiveness and the passion she have for life. Even if I had never met her for distance, I’d still be sure of the way I feel for her.