She’s mine. I don’t want anyone else getting the same butterflies I get when she smiles or says my name. I don’t want anyone else making her blush or calling her “babe.” Call me selfish I don’t care. She’s mine.
I want to kiss her. Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me. I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.(via iamcharliesangel)