Love..

She loves the way his hair looks slightly brownish in the afternoon sun, the way his face turns serious as he concentrates on the newspaper, the way sometimes his eyes silently admires her and the way he kisses without any warning.. she loves everything about him, the small details, the sudden breakout of smile, his getting scared of spiders, his stupid ‘i am the best’ attitudes, his small fingers, the smell of his hair, his orange t-shirt days, everything.. she loves him entirely with his good and bad, and right and wrong, his perfections and flaws.. and her heart was full, of the certainity of this most beautiful feeling in the world.. of love..

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