Her. Her eyes. Her hair, so full of imagination. Her lips, so plump. Her figure, Hourglass with a hint of love. Perfect to say the least.
She smiles at all of my jokes and cries for all of my pain. Her cheeks that turn peach pink when I tell her how beautiful she is but yet still, she disagrees. Her hands that have slightly curved fingers that I find so facinating.
When I look at her, I see the rest of my life, I see mornings on the porch with coffee, I see my children, I see long car rides to no where just because we can. She made my life complete. Until she was ripped out of my hands.
"You never know what you have until it's gone." This quote is how my life has been going for the past five months. My mother keeps telling me that I don't love her and that God has a plan. Don't get me wrong, I know he has a plan for me but people keep getting in the way of it.
