I'm a wreck. Part of me wants to rush to her side right now and proclaim my undying love for her. Tell her exactly how much she means to me, and that I'm sorry for never having the courage to show her.
On the other hand, I'm terrified. She is, I believe, on a whole new level of intelligence, grace, and beauty. She is perfection defined, and the fact that she doesn't see that wrenches my very core.
She has flawless silky hair, falling perfectly to her shoulders. She has beautiful brown eyes, that practically radiate passion. Her sense of humor is amazing, and her smile makes my day. My girl has everything I could ever ask for. The only problem is that even though I love her, she isn't mine.
I am insecure, and I have hurt her so many times before. I cannot bear the thought of breaking her heart once more, and I pay penance to her each day by watching her smile, living her life to the fullest, without me beside her.
I swear on my soul to whomever dwells in the depths of the Galaxy, someday, I will prove my worth to her. And I swear, someday, Alexxa will be mine.
