She knew why I wanted to kiss her. Because she
was beautiful. And before that, because she was
kind. And before that, because she was Lovely.
Because I could imagine taking a long trip with her
without ever getting bored. Because whenever I saw
something new and interesting, or new and
ridiculous, I always wondered what she'd have to
say about it. How many stars she'd give it and why.
She scare me a little. I wish for her, I always do. Her
name is on my mind at 3am, and thoughts of her
circle my mind throughout the day, only hoping that
I'm in her mind too. I hope that she will Love me for
the way I will never leave her. And I will Love her
for the thousand secret ways she will make me stay.