The look in her eyes when she answers the phone and sees that it’s me.
The way her smile brightens when i make a goofy face.
She is love.
The way she laughs at the dump things I say.
The way she blushes when I call her out on her shit.
…when i tell her “i love you” and he smile grabs ahold of her eyes, making her eyes shine a deep green, with under-hues of blue.
She is love.
The way her light exudes from her soul… She is a master at captivating me.
Her inner beauty shines brighter than any other soul could.
She is beautiful on the outside, even though she doesn’t know it.
She is patient.
She is kind.
She is passionate.
She is strong.
SHE is LOVE.
Xoxo, Neuro
Neuro-dust 