She’s home. The way my heart pounds when I see her, or a thought of her pops into my mind. Her quirkiness makes anyone feel better. The way she calls me baby melts my heart, and has me feeling some type of way. I love how she feels safe enough with me to let herself go. How she can just let everything out. The way her eyes sparkle, or the way her hair falls perfectly on her shoulders. We are young, but dear god please don’t ever let me lose her.