One reason how I know I love her and that she is undoubtedly the one:
I miss her the second she shuts the door to the apartment or the second she leaves the car. Not in the ‘clingy-needy’ fashion; simply in the ‘I’m drawn to you and your energy and when you’re not near my heart notices’ kind of way. The silence is so still when she is gone.
I can’t ever get enough. I could know every part of her with my eyes closed and would still long for more. She is the most beautiful, breath-taking, incredibly brilliant human being I’ve ever known. I thank God every day for that woman.
Baby: if you’re reading this, I love you. Come kiss me.