• She is aware.
• She sees more than she lets on.
• She remembers.
• She understands the importance of the small things.
• She fits exactly the list I made as a teenager.
• She is the perfect size. I feel like I can hold and surround her. Protect her and comfort her.
• She is like my favorite songs. Intoxicating. Beautiful. A little sad at times, but in such a way that you become more aware of yourself and how you can make things better. I can get lost in her eyes like I get lost in music.
• Her skin was made to be kissed.
• She is the outset and destination of my adventure.

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• The way her lips move.
• The way her eyes dart and her lips pucker when she is hiding what she is doing with her hands.
• The soft surprise, the hunger in her eyes.
• The anticipation and near-disbelief. The irony that she can't believe I'm with her, when I can't believe she is with me.
• The soft way she breathes.
• The way her fingers feel on my skin.
• The kiss that should never have an end.

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• The differences and the vast similarities.
• The mind we share.
• The music we make.
• The laughter.
• The comfort.
• The adventure.
• The travel.
• The rest.
• The perfection of it all. The fate.

Absolutely everything.