If you love someone who hates themselves, you are not doing it right.
She has such a beautiful smile. Her eyes are so full of hope. Just by looking at her, I feel protected. Loved. When she’s around me, everythings perfect. I love her so much I cannot express. Her voice, her smell, her touch, her kiss, her advice, her warmth, her smile, her hopeful eyes.. She’s my best friend. She is the best person. She loves me for me. She loves that I’m alive. She’s upset and sad that we’ve to so apart. She’s upset that I miss her and weep. Though she does the same. She says that she never thought we could be apart. She says we’ve become like two shores of the river, that don’t meet regularly. Her love for me is what I crave for. The way she respects me. I miss my mother. My mumme. My everything. My cheerfulness.