Ever since I first met her, all I could think about was how pretty she is. I have always wanted to get to know her, to understand her desires and goals, her fears and nightmares. I wanted to be the one that held her in his arms when she cried and share a smile with her when everything was right with the world.
We’ve known each other for a while now, as I’ve gotten to know her. There have been times that I’ve wondered just what is it that goes through that brain of hers, but over all, I can’t help but love her. There’s just something about her, her smile and her love for life. It makes me want to be by her side, to try and keep her happy and smiling no matter the situation.
The more I knew about her, the more I fell in love with her. She consumed my thoughts, took over my dreams, and her name always came out of my mouth. She bewitched me. I had to force myself to look away from her to keep from staring every time I saw her.
I couldn’t help myself, not