She is incomparable to others. I remember seeing people who showed interest all the time; all the same. I could easily pass by these individuals and not give two thoughts about them. I was single, I could pick a candidate if I needed someone, and I only had to worry about me. These individuals were all the same and they never altered how my lifestyle was.
She came into my chat room and said hello; a random follower coming to say a few words and head off to find something more entertaining. Before even seeing her face, I easily started conversing with her. Awkward in the least, the conversation kept progressing. Then she started to broadcast her camera. I couldn’t take it.
I remember feeling what I feel now, for one other person. Just one connection, glance, or exchange and I was hooked. Everything I thought I enjoyed about my lifestyle, gone. The need to be single, overtaken by the need to have her be mine; having someone, taken by wanting her to be the one; and wanting my life to only be about her and not just me. She captivated me.
Her great smile and red cheeks caught me at first. Then her labret set me off. I can honestly say I’ve never seen someone so attractive; mentally, physically, sexually, and intellectually.
Our conversations only seem to decease when we are not in contact. We talk about everything and I mean everything. She has a great sense of humor and doesn’t mind my constant burping. Our words, thoughts, and opinions flow together into a collaborative union. Everything about her completes me. I could say she’s perfect, perfect for me in more ways than I thought a human could. She understands me; she knows what to say to keep me happy, when to stay away when I’m sad, and tries to understand the process my brain works in.
She does things for me other’s never have. It’s the little things that drive me in love. It’s the little things about her that I notice: how she always sleeps on her back, rolls over towards the wall, and rolls back to throw her hands over her head; how she raises her right eyebrow when she’s turned on; how she always licks her lips; or how she always runs her hands through her hair, whether she’s stressed, turned on, or just being silly.
There are things about her I’m instantly attracted to. She thinks she looks cute in her purple tank top and has a bubble butt. She has little hands. Her bangs always flip out into a curl. She loves Skyrim and strawberries with whip cream. She longboards and likes to adventure.
Her personality is amazing. She is intellectual and enjoys voicing her opinion. She’s physically attractive in every way possible. She’s naturally beautiful to where she doesn’t need makeup or do anything to her hair. She has gorgeous hazel eyes and really nice eyebrows. Her smile makes me melt and her labret only causes me to fanboi like a middle schooler. Her short and tiny frame will fit perfectly into my arms.
She’s overall everything I looked for in a person, but everything I’ve realised I’ve needed in another. She makes me happy and for once in my life, I feel like I’m doing something the right way.