She says there's nothing likeable about her but I disagree.

There's so many things I love about her.

The way her spirit blazes when she's debating, the way her eyes gaze at you when she's giving you a secret part of herself that's hidden, and the way her touch leaves a warmth that lingers.

She's so witty, spontaneous, and intuitive.

Her energy gives off a sense of nostalgia - the kind you experience when it's the last day of school.

Her smell is the scent of burning wood and fresh books.

Conversations with her are funny and informative and the topics she speaks of makes you consider different possibilities.

She is comfortable with herself.

Not afraid to disregard society's norms.

Her ability to argue against bullshit is admirable.

She's intelligent and can write stories that will engross you for hours.

Her voice is so strong and deep, she can carry tunes that will leave your heart fluttering.

She's everything great in life that people don't say they appreciate: sunsets, rainy afternoons, and the sudden realization you get when you finally realize you're living life how you want to.

I'm truly mad about her.

And I don't care.

- romantic thoughts

wrote: may 6, 2017
published: july 8, 2017