I have a huge crush on my girlfriend.
And she’s my best friend, so I tell her everything.
And she’s my favorite person because she’s funny, kind, caring, witty, and protective.
And I literally stopped writing for two years but I’ve written every day since I met her.
And when she holds me at night I feel the safety that my world hasn’t known since I was eight years old.
And when she tells me she loves me, my whole body melts.
And when she’s inside of me, all I can see, feel, taste is her.
And when we disagree, I know it is out of our individual passions and we will always work it out.
And when she is close to me, my mind goes quiet.
And I have known since day one that this relationship would be meaningful and special.
And I love her more than I thought possible.
And somehow every day I love her more than the day before.
I think I might be the luckiest girl in the world.