She.
She fills my heart.
She lives with me.
If I’m feeling down, she will try to bright up my day. Or maybe she will just stay in my sadness, giving me the way to describe how I feel.
If I’m feeling great, she will make that feeling grow in ways she doesn’t even know. I don’t need to say anything to make her come with what I exactly need.
She is beautiful. I make all I can to give her a tribute. She can seem invisible, but someone like me always notices her.
Because she is always present to me.
Everybody loves her. In a more or less way, but everyone has grown up with her beauty and capacity of making you feel some of the greatest sensations ever.
She belongs to everyone who wants her, but I consider her as if she was only mine. Because few people adore her as I do. I couldn’t live without her, even if she makes you feel angry sometimes. But it’s never her fault.