He always loved when she smiled. The sort of sideways, sly smile which meant she was amused. And then, if he was lucky he would maybe get a giggle. She had the sort of giggle that made you want to make her laugh.
He knew she was hurting. Heartbroken over the one she loved. He knew she wasn't in the mood for happy, but he would try coax a sideways smile from her anyways. To make her smile was like seeing the sun come up after the darkest night of the year. He knew she wanted to be alone. She was sad. But he would call or text her, every day. Just to remind her that it was okay to smile.
He wanted to be the one to always make her smile. But he would move slow, because she wasn't ready. He would wait, because she was worth it.
He loved her quirks, her crazy, her sarcasm, her wit. Her darkness matched his - but she just doesn't see it yet.
He wanted to be her shoulder to cry on. He had never seen someone so beautiful yet so sad at the same time.
He wanted to know what made her so sad.. what made her build those walls up so high. What made her think the entire universe was against her.
He wanted to know what made her happy, so that he could make her happy every single day.
Forget him, he wanted to whisper to her, while holding her in his arms.
He could show her love. He would love her unconditionally.
If she let him, he would show her the world.
But he would wait, and continue to coax that smile he loved so much from the lips he longed to kiss; because she was worth it.
Goddamn, she was worth it.
He knew she was hurting. Heartbroken over the one she loved. He knew she wasn't in the mood for happy, but he would try coax a sideways smile from her anyways. To make her smile was like seeing the sun come up after the darkest night of the year. He knew she wanted to be alone. She was sad. But he would call or text her, every day. Just to remind her that it was okay to smile.
He wanted to be the one to always make her smile. But he would move slow, because she wasn't ready. He would wait, because she was worth it.
He loved her quirks, her crazy, her sarcasm, her wit. Her darkness matched his - but she just doesn't see it yet.
He wanted to be her shoulder to cry on. He had never seen someone so beautiful yet so sad at the same time.
He wanted to know what made her so sad.. what made her build those walls up so high. What made her think the entire universe was against her.
He wanted to know what made her happy, so that he could make her happy every single day.
Forget him, he wanted to whisper to her, while holding her in his arms.
He could show her love. He would love her unconditionally.
If she let him, he would show her the world.
But he would wait, and continue to coax that smile he loved so much from the lips he longed to kiss; because she was worth it.
Goddamn, she was worth it.