I don’t want anything else than her eyes. Anything. Nothing more than that suspicious, exciting and turned-on look when she keeps her eyes on me, which drives me insane. How she looks at all in a way that shows her up as a vulnerable, young, innocent, scholar but inquisitive girl.
I know everyone may see that profile too but I’m also even luckier to know that she’s, at the same time, an adventurous person, daring, inquisitive, courious, cheesy and mature, she’s what I always wanted and I’ve never been able to find.
She’s definitely and totally a real big admiring woman, she’s my woman. She’s my star, not just because of her light and comprehensive advice, but also for her unconditional company where I can rest my goods and bads every bless day. I’m such a fool for her.
As soon as I fell in love with her human being, I found out I don’t want anything else, I’m not looking forward to meet anyone, the only one that I need it’s the one I already have, and I couldn’t be happier.
By her side I feel safe, I feel that she’s safe with me, I don’t want her to be far away from me. I also have this feeling of thinking that I’m the only one that she’s secure with, aware of any danger, of anything, anyone.
When I hug her I want to grab her body as if I were going to have her between my arms for the rest of my life, and not letting anyone do anything to her. Not even letting the nature to transform, change or disorder her peaceful mind and look, that kinda peace that takes and brings everywhere she comes and goes.
That girl, that girl is mine, but you know, there’s always this present issue… that I can’t believe it, I can’t believe she’s mine. Though she is, she’s my reason to smile, to breathe, to be born again, just my reason to be, and that’s more than enough…