You can love so many things about her;

The way she sips her tea without making that noise.

Her eyebrow, when it raises as she speaks of something she is passionate about.

Her scent in the morning.

When she propositions you for sex in places you never, ever would do it in.

Her beautiful, dirty mind.

When she sings along with a song you hate, but love her singing it.

The way she tells you that you never take her dancing, knowing she would never want to go.

Those rare, and beautiful moments when she opens her heart up to you.

But you must also love;

Her fear of you walking away from her.

The way she never gave up on life.

Her rambling about the terrible things people have done to her.

The moment she realizes you probably love her.


You must also love

The mess

Other people made

Then left.