Why i will always enjoy having a female companion, hopefully that companion being her
1.
They will always smell good
even if its just shampoo
2.
The way their heads always
find the right spot on our shoulder
3.
How cute they look when they sleep
4.
The ease in which they fit into our arms
5.
The way they kiss you and all of a sudden
everything is right in the world
6.
How cute they are when they eat
7.
The way they take hours
to get dressed but in the end
it makes it all worth while
8.
Because they are always warm
even when its minus 30 outside
9.
The way they look good
no matter what they wear
10.
The way they fish for compliments
even though you both know that you
think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
11.
How cute they are when they argue
12.
The way her hand always finds yours
13.
The way they smile
14.
The way you feel when you see their name
on the call ID after you just had a big fight
15.
The way she says 'lets not fight anymore'
even though you know that an hour later....
16.
The way they kiss when
you do something nice for them
17.
The way they kiss you when you say
'I love you'
18. Actually ...
just the way they kiss you...
19.
The way they fall into your arms when they cry
20.
Then the way they apologize
for crying over something that silly
21.
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
22.
Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
(even though we don't admit it)!
23.
The way they say 'I miss you'
24.
The way you miss them
25.
The way their tears make you want to
change the world so that it
doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet
regardless if you love them, hate them,
wish they would die or know that you would die
without them .... it matters not.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls
and you say a million things without trace of
a sound, you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart.... We love them for a million
reasons, No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
