Your POV
My legs shook slightly as I knocked on the door. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I hear the door unlock, my pulse quickens. She slowly opens the door, she looks amazing.
she's probably doing better off without me.
I don't know how this is going to go.
She looks at me and flashes the most heartwarming smile. I feel like I might actually explode.
She pulls me into a quick hug and invites me in. I sit down in the lounge waiting patiently as she makes some tea.
fuck
I try to steady my breaths, but to no avail. When she comes back in the room I'm still panicking.
We sit in silence for a few moments before I gather up the courage to say what I have to say.
"Dorothy Miranda Clark, I love you so fucking much." I say softly
She looks up at me with a gleam in her eye that makes my heart ache.
"I love how silly you look when you wake up, I love how cuddly you are, I love how affectionate you are, and I love how comfortable you are around me. I love your hair, your eyes, your cute little button nose, and your grey eyebrows. I love the way you think and how creative you are. You make me so fucking happy, I can't thank you enough for all the things you've done to help me over the years." I continue
I see her start to tear up a bit. I smiled at her and held her hands in mine.
"And most of all I loved being your girl."
