I love how she poses in front of the camera with those cute and pesky gestures. Whenever I see her eyes smiling from her cheeks, it freaks my soul out. I love the way she stares at me, it slowly melts every part of my heart as if I was a butter in a pan. I love how she giggles whenever I crack jokes and the way she distracts me whenever I tell stories. My heart always skips a beat whenever I hear her laugh. I love the way she entwines her arms on mine whenever we’re in a populous place. It makes me feel that I’m the most significant being in her world. Whenever she holds my hand, it removes my worrying and uncertainties. Her fingers perfectly fit in the spaces between mine. I love her brown eyes. I could see the world and even the whole universe in them. Those great heavenly bodies are imprisoned on her eyes. It perfectly fits on her. Whenever she sings songs, it drifts me away from a different dimension as if we’re the only one living on it. I love the way she wants me to be with her every single time. Whenever she calls me “baby”, it produces romantically excitement and shivery feeling inside of me. I love everything about her. I really do.