My kind of love

I met someone, and I don’t know exactly what it means but I want to see where it goes. I’ve known her awhile, but I don’t think I’ve properly taken the time to really get to know her.

I think she’s kind of cute, in her own quirky way. Sometimes she can’t shut up and makes me laugh, other times she’s as timid as me.  We even like the same things too, so strange. She cares for me; I can hear it in her thoughts. I feel like she wants me to be the best version of myself. Probably more than I do.

Recently, I’ve been telling her everything. My hopes and ambitions, fears and regrets. We’ve been growing closer, being honest with each other. We haven’t figured it all out but we have hope in the future. Our future. Together.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner, she’s perfect for me. Because she is me. No one can or should love me more than I love myself. I just need to give her a chance. She’s the girl of my dreams. I am the girl of my dreams.


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