You know… I love her a lot. I can’t even explain why.
I met her when I was at a very low point of my life and she was standing there like a star. In fact, she is one. She was shining so effortlessly, her smile easily made me form one as well. The way she looks at me when I tell her how pretty she is makes me feel like I’ve done a big accomplishment, but really- I’m speaking the truth as always. Her whole existence makes mine even more worth it. I wake up every morning, hoping that I’ll be able to hear her contagious laugh once again and go to bed hoping it’ll be next to her soft skin. Feeling her lips on mine surpasses the Great Red Spot on Jupiter- it’s explosive in the best way possible. The special thing about her is that even though I know exactly what she has done before, the big idiot in me dares to think it’s different with me. With me, she is safe and sound, despite her fears. When I was a little kid, I used to put together puzzles and I had the crazy patience for new pieces to come up and connect them to the rest.
So I decided, with all my madness, that I wanted to stay in the hotel with many people, with the difference that I was in a separate room with her. The others were still waiting in the elevator, because we didn’t want to let them in with us… Yuck! Why would I want that? When I can hear her heart racing on top of me.