I'll be honest, even after exactly 2 years and 9 months, I still look at her like it's the first time I've laid eyes on her. Her eyes, her smile, her hair, her cute button nose, left dimple and freckle, her hands, her watch on her right hand, I mean, I still look at it all like it's all new to me. It steals my breath how much I smile just by looking at her. I look at stars and see them moving, they actually seem like they're dancing. The wind whispers her name every time it blows and when the rain falls, it reminds us that a simple phone call or text or way of communicating will help warm you up on the inside to get you through the cold weather. I guess it's safe to say these are the realities that poems and novels seem to be made of. With a reality like this, who needs dreams.

“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her" - Fault in our stars