She’s as goddamn near perfection as any one living, breathing being can be.
In fact, if being perfect was a recipe, I think someone used the ingredients for five people, and made one of her.

And I can probably go on and on about the way you’ll melt when she calls you hers,
Because belonging ironically seems to be the Achilles for an independent woman.
Or about how the butterflies in your stomach will fly higher than ever before,
And at the same time be so very still.
Because she brings ease with her, and so naturally too.

But instead, I’ll talk about the way she’ll love you.
About how you’ll experience emotions in parts of you that you never even knew existed.
Because darling, her love is bigger than even she knows. Her love is generous. It’s kind. And it’s giving.
It seeps out from her as she rests her head on your shoulder.
Every time she looks at you, she’ll fill a little bit of your soul with warm hope and fiery passion.
Her touch will feel like the most delicate flower and crystal ice, all at the same moment.
It’ll be as if she was put on this planet to love, and you were created from nothing, to be loved by her.

In her, lies sweet relief and wanting torment.
With her, your heart will feel at home, unlike ever before.
Away from her, every moment turns barren.
Because she, once she looks at you,
Once she chooses you.
She’ll become all the colour you ever missed in your palette.
She’ll become the habit, you never thought you’d acquire.
She’ll become a need, you never thought you’d want.