February 2012
I hate that thing that happens right before you...
She doesn’t care if you call her and wake her up in the middle of the night. She hates arguing, but you know she’s good at it. She’s terrified of the dark, but when she thinks of you, she smiles. She laughs at your jokes even if they’re dumb. She loves the way you look at her, and she wouldn’t change that for the world.
