She's Different

Go crazy, they said. Do whatever. Nobody's really looking to see what you've got going on.

Sure, you're not wearing those addictive tight-fitting pants. The shirt you've formed into a crop top doesn't accentuate the curvature of your middle. Those ridiculous luminescent sneakers totally don't make you look cute when you're sporting on sexy. Totally.

But they are. All of it.

You're too damn cute to be sexy, and you're too sexy to be cute.

Your hair is tied up in a messy bun, tendrils of wavy strands curling around your amber-rose cheeks. And for crying out loud, you're wearing those thick-rimmed glasses that are no-doubt actually prescription glasses.

What kind of girl are you?

The way you laugh at my sarcastic jokes drives me crazy. You make my heart literally skip beats, because the sound that comes out of you actually takes my breath away.

The way your eyes crinkle when you look at me sometimes makes me wonder how?

How are you so happy being with me? I don't understand.

I've had my fair share of people that enjoy my company, but I've never had someone wanting it.

I've noticed that whenever I have to go somewhere, whether we're with a group of people or alone, you grab onto my arm and pull me back with a worried look your face, your expression asking, Where are you going?

At that point, I freeze in place. Where am I going? You instantly make me forget and want to stay.

The time we spend together, there's no space between us. We're nearly joined at the hip. We sit together almost always. Sometimes for fun, I even let you sit in my lap. Now, there's no need to ask or give me a hopeful look. I either pull you in myself or sit on you.

What kind of connection do we have? I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't keep my hands away from you... I have to breathe in your scent and hear you speak to feel remotely calm sometimes. It's weird, right?

But then you go on and buy me the same cologne I always use whenever I run out. You comment on what detergent I use and end up sniffing me all day. I've told you plenty of times that I like the smell of your hair and you brush me off, saying it's just the shampoo. But can the shampoo explain the addicting smell and taste of your sweat? Can the shampoo explain the silky smoothness of your hair when I run my fingers through it?

I think it's just you.

Seeing you almost every day warms me. When I feel awful, sick to my stomach, the cure to my pain ends up being you. You're able to expel the darkness because you shine so bright. How is that even possible?

I don't think I'm so insignificant, but when I'm around you, sometimes I'm speechless. Your profound beauty cannot be described. The personality you possess makes you the perfect candidate to become anyone's best companion. Boy, am I lucky to have met you.

Lucky for sure.

I get scrutinizing looks from other people because of you, you know. Just from the squint in their eyes and the scowls on their faces, I know what they're voicing in their heads:

Why is she hanging around him?

What's so special about him?

I want her. Screw that guy.

Not that I care what other people think, but I care even less when you, too, disregard other people's opinions . How you act around me, how you're caring and considerate for me,I feel like I'm somebody to you. I don't feel so out of your league when you act like one doesn't even exist.

None of that matters. None of it comes to mind when I'm thinking about you.

Not when I'm reminded of how much I love you.