“She won’t be me. She won’t sit in the car for an extra three minutes just to finish the song. She won’t hoard words and scribble them in the corners of post-its hidden around the house for you. She won’t actually laugh when she types out “lol” or even crack a smile. She doesn’t stare at the stars and drink black coffee like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. She doesn’t get excited over the smallest things like space and puppies. She won’t eagerly run up to you and attack you in a hug, even though she saw you yesterday or kiss you like it’s the first time every time. She’s not me, but you’ll wish she were.”

“You just have to learn her", I heard you once say to someone by accident when they asked you why do you even bother with me. “You just have to pay attention and stay quiet when she talks. Oh god, when she speaks, you never want it to stop because you can tell she values every word that comes out of her mouth. I think that’s what I like most about her, the fact that she doesn’t talk nonsense and she really knows, like really knows what’s happening around her. She might look like she’s the most shyest person ever but she’s not. She has fire behind her eyes and once you approach her, she’ll smile at you, the widest yet softest fucking smile and you’ll have to stop and check if you’re still breathing because you could’ve sworn your pulse stopped beating. She’s perfect in an imperfect way. She sometimes talks too loud and she sometimes stumble for words when you say something unexpected towards her and she’s clumsy so you’ll have to place your hand on her elbow when you’re walking outside so at least when she falls you can reach your arm out and catch her because god knows, you’ll never want her to fall on her own. I bother with her because it’s her who I see myself with in thirty years from now. It’s her who I’ll never stop wanting to learn as each and every day passes. And I guess, what I’m trying to say is that when you watch and learn, you fall in love and all you’ll ever want to do is catch her. Always catch her, even in the days where she’s quiet and lost in her own world because that’s when she’s most precious. So if you ask me again, even if it’s a year from now on why I still try for her, I’ll tell you the same thing until you fall in love with her too