How would he describe you? Edoardo wrote this!
I would never call her my lover. I would never call her my girlfriend, or my fiancé. It all degrades the true nature of her. Well, she is my soulmate.
I can only think of describing her as perfect. Maybe she has flaws in other people's eyes. But until now, I have never came across anything flawed in her. I can only love her the way she is, and that, irrespective to people, is amazing.
The best thing about her is that she is my best friend. She is so essentially pure at heart, listen to whatever I say with all interest, accept me for who I am, and has never ever hurt me. She is my strength, my inspiration, my happiness and keeps me going everyday. Every little word she says has an impact in my life, and I give her words the foremost importance cause I know she keeps me alive.
We share our insecurities, we share our concerns, we share our problems, and I can never feel more genuinely happy than to be there for her, just like she is there for me, no matter what. She is optimistic and intelligent, loves being physical, and I will be there feeling all proud of her into our old age together!
We know everything about each other, we know what we like, and we share everything and we fill each other’s day. I believe we are custom made to be with each other, and I feel precious that I have her. I still shudder at the feeling of otherwise, a life that would have been barren and prosaic, empty and lifeless.
She is beautiful, a real beauty, and not just even outside, but in personality and character too. I fall for her everyday and I know I sound cheesy, but I do, I get amazed by her and literally crave for her presence every second I am not with her.
The only time I felt disappointed with her was because she didn't turn up for a tour which she promised to come, but she had to be there for her daughter, just because she wanted me to enjoy (well, she was wrong) it knowing that I would not go if she had told me she wasn’t going to come. Even the reason for the only time I got disappointed with her was that she was so good that she didn't wanted me to miss the “fun” because she couldn't be there. Well, now she knows that I would never ever be happy or enjoy anything if or when without her.
I know what you are thinking of, but no, she is not fictional. She is too good to be true, but she is the truest and the most beautiful (literally in every sense) human being I can ever perceive. She is mine and yeah, I am just her's.
In the end, I am just this fragile person who inexorably need her to be alive. I love her. You know what I’m like sister!
I can only think of describing her as perfect. Maybe she has flaws in other people's eyes. But until now, I have never came across anything flawed in her. I can only love her the way she is, and that, irrespective to people, is amazing.
The best thing about her is that she is my best friend. She is so essentially pure at heart, listen to whatever I say with all interest, accept me for who I am, and has never ever hurt me. She is my strength, my inspiration, my happiness and keeps me going everyday. Every little word she says has an impact in my life, and I give her words the foremost importance cause I know she keeps me alive.
We share our insecurities, we share our concerns, we share our problems, and I can never feel more genuinely happy than to be there for her, just like she is there for me, no matter what. She is optimistic and intelligent, loves being physical, and I will be there feeling all proud of her into our old age together!
We know everything about each other, we know what we like, and we share everything and we fill each other’s day. I believe we are custom made to be with each other, and I feel precious that I have her. I still shudder at the feeling of otherwise, a life that would have been barren and prosaic, empty and lifeless.
She is beautiful, a real beauty, and not just even outside, but in personality and character too. I fall for her everyday and I know I sound cheesy, but I do, I get amazed by her and literally crave for her presence every second I am not with her.
The only time I felt disappointed with her was because she didn't turn up for a tour which she promised to come, but she had to be there for her daughter, just because she wanted me to enjoy (well, she was wrong) it knowing that I would not go if she had told me she wasn’t going to come. Even the reason for the only time I got disappointed with her was that she was so good that she didn't wanted me to miss the “fun” because she couldn't be there. Well, now she knows that I would never ever be happy or enjoy anything if or when without her.
I know what you are thinking of, but no, she is not fictional. She is too good to be true, but she is the truest and the most beautiful (literally in every sense) human being I can ever perceive. She is mine and yeah, I am just her's.
In the end, I am just this fragile person who inexorably need her to be alive. I love her. You know what I’m like sister!
26-30, F
