Love her when she's singing terribly in the car but just looks at you smiling. When she leans in to kiss you at a red light. Love her in the little moments that come to mean so much. But it isn't just about loving her on her good days you have to love her on her bad ones too.
Love her on those days she's not herself and understand, it's okay. Know that it's not always your fault or something you can fix. You gotta love her when she's depressed and struggling to get out of a funk because we all have those days. But it isn't all of who she is.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
