I love the softness of her lips, the wildness of her curly hair, the shape of her body. I love her exuberance and her cheerful nature and the joy she brings to everyone she meets. I love her eye for color and design. I love that she’s so good at growing things and making spaces beautiful. I love that she’s never given up on me. Even when I’m anti-social. When I’m too boring or too logical or too scientific. She still sees the good in me. And she reminds me of that good like it's second nature. Like my worth is so obvious, she shouldn’t even need to say it out loud. But she says it out loud
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