
I look at her after a nearly sleepless night. Her face is lacking make up and is expressing sorrow. Her hair is sporting natural waves and her eyes are shining an unforgettable blue. I try to capture this beauty. She would deny it a thousands times over, yet I know this is true; she is the most naturally beautiful person I've known. I have realized that this is my life. What I have is everything that I've got. And out of all of these things, she is by far the best. To feel her warmth against me, to feel the lines of her hand fitting into mine, to smell her smell on my clothes, to wake up to her every morning; that is my happiness. Around other people I get too conscious of myself and my surroundings, I second guess everything I do, I lose sight of myself, and I shut down. But around her.. I know that everything I say, whether good or bad, or stupid or misunderstood.. it's okay. She will still love me tomorrow. THAT. is what I live for. She is everything to me. She is my life. And she is the most incredible person I know; a queen, a goddess. she won't believe me when I say it, but there isn't a single that could ever make me love her less. Because every second.. I am beginning to love her more.