If her laugh was my alarm I would wake up every morning with a smile on my face.
I don't even want to write about anything but her. Why am I so captivated by her? What is it? I don't even know her. I only know her name because I've heard others say it. She just handed me my coffee and smiled at me and it'll be the happiest moment of my entire weekend. What is it? I want to hear about her dreams and life and everything in between. I want to know her fears, what makes her tick, what she's good at and what she's not. I want to know her in every sense of the word. She excites me like nobody else does in the most genuine and pure way.
No one else exists when she walks by. She is everything.