Just love her...
She will open your world. She will help you see things in a whole new way. She will make you laugh at the most inopportune times.
Just love her...
She will strip you naked and kiss every inch of your skin. She will make you feel new feels. She will look at you and you will just know, you are hers.
Just love her...
She will open a universe of stars for you to see. She will make you think. She will frustrate the hell out of you. She will challenge you.
Just love her...
She will watch you sleep. She will inhale your breath. She will wake you at 3 am just because she craves your taste.
Just love her...
She will make you feel as if you are the only person she sees. She will smile a smile that is only for you. She will only hear your voice.
Just love her...
She will give you a bond that is stronger than for better or worse. She will care for your hurts. She will understand your sorrow.
Just love her...
She will let you feel her from the inside. She will bring you to new heights. She will look at you as if you were the only person see has ever seen.
Just love her...
She will love you.
It is my most favorite time of the day.
Night
I surround myself in darkness and turn off all the noise (except for my laptop of course). I can hear the wind in the trees and the soft chirp of the crickets or frogs or whatever it is.
Night
It has always given me comfort.
As a small child I would stay up to all hours to listen to the sound of night. To coat myself with the darkness, I almost always felt invisible.
I was never ever afraid of the dark. I would welcome it.
Sometimes I wander outside to look at the stars and greet the moon. I would wait to see of I could find a shooting star. I sometimes talk the dark trying to sort out my thoughts and feelings.
My mom would often tell stories of my little feet on the floor at all hours of the night. I would go from one window to the other trying to see what the night had offered.
As a teenager I would drive to the big lake and watch the night over the water. The moonlight would dance across the soft waves, giving me comfort.
Night
When the storms came at night, I would sit on our front porch with my mom. The air just before the storm would almost be electric. We would sit in silence and watch the lightening and hear the thunder. It could be almost as late as 3 am but it didn't matter.
I guess night was always my most favorite part of the day.
