Q U O T E S

037: Written by me

You're simply a masterpiece. You shouldn't belong to this world. You're too good for it. It doesn't deserve you. You're too precious for this world.

I can't help but notice the little things about you.

The way your nose crinkles slightly while your thinking intently.

The way you tilt your head to the side slightly when you're listening intently.

The way you smile so brightly and the dimple on your left cheek makes itself present.

The way your eyes light up with mischief whenever you get an idea in that pretty little head of yours.

The way your eyes intensify as you talk about the way you love me.

The way you hold me when I'm sad, like I'm a delicate ornament and if you moved the slightest and dropped me, I would break.

I can't begin to describe the way you make my heart stutter and pound in my rib cage, or how you make me dizzy with your simplest of actions. You make me feel...loved. Something I haven't felt for a very long time. You make me feel alive and oh, god if I ever lost you I don't think I would be able to handle seeing someone else hold you.