She’s perfectly flawed or almost.. Flawlessly perfect.
I love how she behaves herself around others but I’m in love in how she does around me.
She’s nicely mean and very mean and it’s very nice. She’s funny… She’s smart.. She’s got a beautiful smile..
She’s almost as tall as me yet somehow fits in the palm of my hand, in the depth of my heart, in my breath in my look in my smile.. I love her.