Describe her, they said. So I tried to think of all the things I could say about you. Like the color of your hair and the freckles across your back. How you collect notebooks in your spare time and the way you sound in the morning. From your lips, your curves, and your thighs to the generosity in your heart and the fire in your eyes. But when I think about it, I couldn’t quite describe you the way you deserve to be described. Because in the moments you look at me, I love you more than I will ever be able to epitomize.
Hhhb
